A weekend on the coast

Carnaval

On Saturday we went to the Carnaval parade in Barranquilla. Carnaval is an old tradition that is celebrated right before Lent. The most famous celebration is in Rio in Brazil, but the Barranquilla celebration is the second most famous. People say that "technically" the festivities go from Saturday to Tuesday right before Ash Wednesday, but when talking to more Colombians, they say that the party actually started about a month ago (crazy colombians).

The parade lasted 6 hours, and it was one big party. It was supposed to start at 1, so like everything else Colombian, it started right on time at 2:30. Everwhere people were dancing and drinking, starting in the morning and going on until the wee hours of the next morning.

Carnaval Barranquilla 2008

Common sight during the parade

Even Chavez made an appearance! (ok, not really...)

Shakira

Barranquilla is the hometown of Latina pop-singing goddess Shakira, so Cally and I were pretty excited to be walking the streets that she grew up on. What a cool feeling it is to be in a nightclub dancing a Shakira song in the city where Shakira grew up! Here is a picture of a statue that we found of her.

After seeing the Carnaval parades, the line "en Barranquilla se baila asi" (in Barranquilla it's danced like this) in her song "Hips don't lie", when dancers are parading around with black oil all over their bodies, now makes much more sense.

Yovanis

Yovanis is a 30 year old Barranquillero who works as a waiter. He was very kind to us, not trying to hit on us or ask us to marry him (like many latino men like to do to the gringas that walk down the street), but just genuinely nice. From what we could see, he worked his tail off at that restaurant. But since tipping isn't a common practice in Colombia, it doesn't matter how busy or slow business is; he makes the same no matter what. After talking with him a little he told us how much he works and how much he makes. It turns out that Yovanis, and most other restaurant workers in Colombia, works 16 hours a day, and gets 1 day off every 15 days. At the end of the month, he gets paid $160. After doing the math, we figured out that he makes less than $7/day, which turns out to be less than $0.50/hr. I really wasn't sure how to process that information. I mean, last summer I also worked at a restaurant, and I would make $160 in one day, which means that I made 30 times more money than he does. How is a person supposed to get ahead when he makes less than $7/day??? It's not like he can save as much as possible to go to college someday and study, because it would take him decades to raise enough to pay for just 1 semester, let alone 4 years. Those who say that latin americans are lazy have to take a trip down south and meet somebody like Yovanis. I now understand illegal immigration to the US a little bit more...

Cally, Yovanis, and me

El Totumo Mud Volcano and a whole lot of Italians

On our last day on the coast, we took a tour bus from Cartagena up to El totumo, a small volcano filled with mud. We arrived at about the same time as a group of 100 middle aged Italians, and HOLY COW ITALIANS ARE CRAZY. They were all pushing and shoving to get into the volcano, yelling really loudly at everyone, throwing mud at each other, and chasing everyone around.

We befriended one Italian named Eugenio. Eugenio didn't speak English or Spanish, and we didn't speak Italian, so it was a very interesting conversation. But after a while I realized that I actually do understand Italian, because it's so similar to Spanish. It was pretty cool to know that I understand a language I have never studied, and to know that Eugenio and I could communicate without sharing a common language.

After our mud bath, we were directed to a nearby lagoon to wash up. There were women there who cleaned us, and after pouring buckets of water over my head to the point where I felt like I was drowning, my cleaning woman grabbed at my swimsuit top without any warning and just took it right off and started cleaning it. This took me by surprise because all of a sudden I was topless. My immediate reaction was to be embarrassed, but then I was like "I'm surrounded by 100 Italians...this is probably normal to them." Sure enough, nobody looked at me funny.

...and now it's back to the grindstone...