Walk and stroll…commence!
Before I left the apartment, I jotted a quick note for Blago. Poor fella, still asleep on the couch.
——Off to Parque Natural Regional Metropolitano Cerro El Volador. 12:00. Then, Cafe Ondas? Have phone. Text if you need anything. Cold water in the fridge.——
Hopefully, Blake survives. Positive thoughts. I’m taking one for the team, enjoying the gorgeous weather outside today for both of us!
It was the biggest green splotch on Google Maps closest to our place. According to the oracle Google, the walk is an hour or so there. After glancing at the map for a sec, I knew what I needed to do: Walk North. Find mountain. It should be green.
Crossed one river trickle, then a rushing river. Survived the gauntlet of motos, taxis, and buses. For the amount of curbs they roll over, it’s a good thing these buses have such fat tires. Green mountain found! Up a few stairs away from the street and welcome to the menagerie.
Apparently over birds of over 1,000 species live in this park. Sweet digs. Sat in a few different spots and waited for the sounds to become sights. Meet my bird friends:
[click on the links to read more about them]:
unidentified Colibri (Hummingbird)
Strolling through densely populated habitat of butterflies and birds was quite the juxtaposition to the city streets below. Recognized acacia and pine and realizing a field guide would help streamline my curiosity quest.
Incredible vista of the entirety of Medellin from the summit — families sprawled on picnic blankets, couples gazing off into the distance, one crazy dude preaching with hands raised proclaiming to a tree, and a whole swath of folks flying kites. You can be sure I tightened my baseball cap so it wouldn’t fly off!
…queue the Mary Poppins song…
Let’s go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
And send it soaring
Up in the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Let’s go fly a kite!
Shared some friendly conversation with some of the kite flyers, took heed to their advice and descended from the same direction as I had arrived (apparently the north side of the park is dangerous), and made my way down the funny steps. Swallows above me, swooping around and eating dinner, wind howling, and guard back up to navigate the INDY500-esque speedways.