Tropical destinations remind me that everything grown isn’t exported. There are more fruits than us four seasons dwellers know of.
Although those of us that don’t live in tropical zones can get imported coconut, mango, papaya and pineapple, there are other delectable fruits that we don’t come across.
Many say that fruit is the single best type of food you can eat. Our bodies crave and love it. I try to eat multiple servings per day.
While it’s easier when I’m situated in one place for a bit, I still manage on the road, especially in the tropics. There, I can’t help but notice fruit all over the place.
“Actually it’s 35,000. But that’s with breakfast included.”
I thought: Breakfast is nice. I read somewhere online that it was 25,000 but . . . Prices go up. Bills need to be paid. It’s not super easy to make a solid living off of running a little place of accommodation.
25,000 Colombian Pesos = $14. 35,000 is $19.50. I shouldn’t have been spending that much each night in Manizales. At the time I justified it being a good value because I had my own room and a home cooked breakfast was included.
The goal was to be out at the crack of dawn, when the desert air is at its finest. Due to evening food and internet complications, a whole other story, I got to sleep a bit later than planned. My body clock finally forced my eyes open just after the sun began its ascent.
I was out the door at 6:25 and on the dune at 6:4o.
While in Trujillo a few days ago, I came to realize that my last dental cleaning was in Delhi five months ago.
I was on an afternoon mission: To find a dentist that would clean my teeth for around $20.
I left Casa de Clara for a very short stroll and a right turn before I noticed a dental establishment.
I rang the bell. A girl popped her head out. I said something along the lines of:
While drifting towards two volcanoes and a sunset, I was interrupted by a short woman who was standing under a tree’s branches that were hanging above the sidewalk. She asked if I would please pull some leaves down from the tree above.
Minutes before arrival at the volcanically heated hot springs of Termas El Salado, I was able to see the smoking Volcán Tungurahua. I thought: I don’t remember ever seeing an active volcano in front of my eyes. What a pleasant surprise. I was glad that I don’t take taxis unless I have to, as the walk rewarded me with a striking view.
When I think of the little town of Baños, the first thing that comes to mind is therapeutic tourism. Besides allowing people to easily bathe in thermal springs, the town is home to well over a dozen massage parlors.
Considering I’d been walking past these massage service stores for a week, I figured that it was time to take advantage of the option that was staring me down.
After walking along a refreshingly misty and windy Baños street, I came to the Termas de la Virgen, one of a few thermal, public baths heated by Volcán Tungurahua.
Termas de la Virgen sits just beside –practically below– the Caballera de la Virgen waterfall.
After paying the $2 entrance fee I went in and glanced around in awe, finding five pools. They vary in water shade, size, and most importantly, temperature.
I was instructed to take a container, go to a changing room, put on swim trunks and place everything else in the basket.
I’m not going to lie. I’m not a full-fledged vegetarian. That means that when there’s no other option, I suck it up and usually end up settling for chicken and or egg. I even eat beef or pork when it’s served to me in someone’s home. Recently in Colombia I had liver on arepas or corn tortillas while at a home in Virjinia.
As time goes on, I continue to like the idea of vegetarianism more and more. Even though I’m not a fan of labels, for the moment, I’ll loosely consider myself a virtual vegetarian.
About three weeks ago, on my second night in Colombia, I stayed in a hostel’s dorm room in Poblado, figuring I’d save money. But, I didn’t like the place or the night’s sleep that I got.
After that night, I hadn’t slept in a dorm room for over two weeks. In Colombia, the main advantage of sleeping in a community setting is that it often costs half the price of a private room.
After having private rooms for most of my stay in Medellin and all of my stay in Manizales, I figured that it was time to cut costs and try to suck up some cheap living.