El Peñol de Guatapé: Week 230

View of the man made lakes and El Penol: Guatape, Colombia

The route between Manizales and Medellín winds heavily along rivers and mountain ridges. Despite the narrow shoulder, houses, restaurants, and truck stops cling to the entire route. It is a beautiful drive, but not one you are able to appreciate if you prone to suffer from carsickness.

At the South Terminal in Medellín we caught a taxi to the North Terminal and from there we caught a bus to Guatapé. In front of us was a small group of tourists from Britain. All three were dutifully planning their next move in their travel notebooks, but they had absolutely no idea when they needed to get off the bus. Their heads poked up like gophers anytime traffic slowed.

Town shield and zocalo detail: Guatape, Colombia

The bus station in Guatapé was right along the malecón. With the exception of the zipline, the land along the waterfront was undeveloped. Dirt footpaths led from the sidewalk down to the boat docks, which made a killing during their sunset outings. We bought some sausages from one of the numerous food carts and walked to the end of town and across a bridge to our hostel.

We had learned from out last excursion that it is important to have a reservation during a three-day weekend. The only problem, we soon discovered, was that our reservation was one of the multiple overbookings at the hostel. Knowing there would be nothing else available in town, the owner offered us a mattress in the reception area.

“And how much will that cost?” I crankily asked.

“Free!” He replied. “Qué pena.” How embarrassing.

Sleeping inside the hostel reception, Guatape, Colombia

The bed was narrow, but we were able to fit comfortably and just when we turned in for the night we heard a timid rat-a-tat-tat at the door. I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of a group of people out the window. “Barret, please open the door for them.”

Barret tossed off the sheets and unlocked the door. Our bed received a few curious glances, but then the next thing Barret knew he was helping people tally their beer from the fridge at the foot of our bed.

Colorful plaza: Guatape, Colombia

The long journey was worth it though. The following morning, once the rain stopped, Barret and I went into town for breakfast. Not many people were awake, so we had the streets to ourselves and a soft morning light for taking photos.

Guatapé is famous for its zócalos, the decorative boards the skirt all of the buildings. While the origin of zócalos is Spanish, the people of Guatapé have made them uniquely Colombian. The images cover a range of topics from local political events to traditional clothing and food.

Detail of an Avianca Airlines zocalo: Guatape, Colombia

Cobblestone streets with zocalos: Guatape, Colombia

Even the buildings on the outskirts of town were decorated. If not with zócalos, then at least with bright colors.

House with a horse zocalo: Guatape, Colombia

Block of colorful apartments next to a red rock: Guatape, Colombia

Row of painted houses with zocalos: Guatape, Colombia

Ticket stub for Penon de Guatape: Guatape, Colombia

After eating, Barret and I headed to El Peñol (aka Peñon de Guatapé). It is a massive, 200 meter high rock that towers over a landscape of man-made lakes and is also the most popular tourist destination in the area. While Guatapé had been quiet, El Peñol was a thriving mass of day trippers from Medellín. It did not detract from the experience, but it did make the climb up the zigzagging stairs feel like rush hour traffic.

Stairs leading up to the top of El Penol: Guatape, Colombia

El-Peñol-Stairs

Religious souvenir keychain from El Penol: Guatape, Colombia

There are a few things I feel like I can always count on in Colombia. The first is an abundance of religious trinkets and the second is a plethora of food stalls. On the summit of El Peñol I had a cup of salpicón (fruit cocktail) while Barret drank a Colombian michelada- beer with lime juice and a salt-rimmed glass. Together we shared sliced green mangoes covered in lime and salt. The steep ascent made us appreciate our refreshments all the more because we knew everything was carried up by hand. The mango we were eating had beaten us to the top by about 20 minutes.

One of the beautifully decorated tuk tuks that run to El Penol: Guatape, Colombia

Returning to Guatapé the cost for the tuk tuk (mototaxi) doubled, so Barret and I decided to walk the overgrown footpath back into town. Once we arrived we continued through the backstreets, which were just as decorated as the center of town, and out into the country on the way to a Benedictine monastery. The road was very quiet and the country views were peaceful. Had it not been late in the day, we would have continued all the way to the monastery. However, our feet were tired, so we turned back for dinner.

The backstreets of Guatape, Colombia

The cobblestone streets of Guatape in the evening: Colombia

The streetlights flashed on in the evening and warmed the cobblestone streets of Guatapé. Barret and I ended the night at a restaurant called D’Luigi. We sat in the back courtyard, which was filled with the scent of homemade pizza, and sipped a sweet version of mulled wine. The evening was perfect and the best part was that we had a proper hostel room to go back to.

Souvenir magnet from El Penol: Guatape, Colombia

How to get to El Peñol: From Guatapé it is a 15 minute tuk tuk ride or a 45 minute walk.

How to get to Guatapé: Hourly buses run from the North Terminal in Medellín.

Decorative fountain in the heart of the town: Guatape, Colombia

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Cricket World Cup: Week 207

2015 Cricket World Cup at the Sydney Cricket Ground: Sydney, Australia

My line of reasoning went- if I only ever go to one cricket game, I need to make it count. That’s why I bought tickets to one of the Cricket World Cup matches in Sydney.

The only Sydney game Australia was scheduled to play was already sold out, so I picked the next best thing- the cheap seats for the South Africa vs West Indies. Despite being two far-flung countries, the Sydney Cricket Ground was still packed with fans.

Although our seats were as cheap as they come, they were close to the turf and also right by the most enthusiastic fan in the entire stadium. Every time a troupe of drummers stood up on a podium, this guy jumped up in front of them to lead them with his whistle. With his lips firmly clasped around the instrument, he used his hands to anchor himself against the field’s perimeter.2015 Cricket World Cup at the Sydney Cricket Ground: Sydney, Australia

Only after our friends arrived did we begin to understand the nuances and terminology of the game. The most important thing I learned is that cricket is not baseball. The ball isn’t pitched- it’s bowled. The batter is not a batter- he’s a batsman and there’s two of them (from the same team) on the field at all times.

Test cricket, which is a shorter version that’s played for international competitions, only has two innings. However, two cricket innings are actually equivalent to just one baseball inning. That means that one entire team bats until they strike out (oops-there are no strikes!) or 300 balls are bowled. Then the other team tries to catch up. Then the game is over.

“Wouldn’t it be more exciting,” I asked my friend, “if they took more turns?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I pressed.

“Because it’s not baseball.”

“I know it isn’t baseball, but cricky would…”

“It’s not cricky either. It’s cricket.”

“You don’t like the name?”

My friend replied without a moment’s hesitation. “No.”

“Why not? If football’s called footy, why isn’t cricket cricky?”

“Because footy sounds manly and cricky sounds…. Not manly.”

I wasn’t convinced. The first reason being that whenever I hear the word ‘footy’ I think of baby socks. The second reason being that nothing is more appropriate in Australia than a good abbreviation and there is surprisingly nothing for cricket.This is why I have decided to coin the term ‘cricky’.

Unfortunately, not even the most anti-sports person at work agrees with me.

“It sounds too much like crikey.” One colleague complained.

“That’s great!” I replied. “You could say something like- Crikey the cricky was good!”

“That sounds terrible.”

“No way, I’m loving this nickname even more!”

I definitely think I’m on to something.

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