Whoever is in charge of naming towns in Colombia, they are either not doing a very good job, or they have a poor sense of humor or most likely they are distracted by their cell phones as is everyone here.
There is a town called Finlandia in Colombia but this isn’t it. Tunja isn’t to be mixed up with Tunha and if you look closely you’ll see lots of place names that vary by one letter. One travels to learn about other cultures and when one does one is frequently baffled. You want baffled? Here’s some public art in the main square of Filandia (not Finlandia) called The Migrant:
As Colombia tries to open up to foreign tourism, towns like Filandia are filled with the home grown variety of visitors and the place is known across Colombia for its weaving, jewelry and similar stuff which Layne and Sue spent hours checking out as Hugh, Rusty and I sheltered on the rainy sidewalks watching Colombia stroll by. 
QuindÃo Department is coffee country:
Rainy season is upon us and I was woken this morning at four o’clock by a deluge that lasted a couple of hours. Rusty hates the sound of rain on GANNET2’s tin roof but I appreciate none of the water coming in, so I get up and reassure him that life will continue after the rain eventually stops. Friday afternoon in Filandia was a series of on again, off again showers.
Bottle cap mural. Omi makes rather nice not sugary fizzy lemonade if you are in the mood.
This is not Havana but there are quite a few old US trucks and Land Rovers in rural Colombia.
Sue had heard great things about a particular eatery so off we went in search after we had sat in the square for a while with a cinnamon coffee in a mug rimmed by cane sugar (top photo).
“Hey, psst, wanna soursop?” Biggest guanabanas I’ve seen in a while:
The all-important coffee cooperative:
Sue led the way with confidence but after we took a rather roundabout tour of the residential areas of town Layne decided she needed to get fired as navigator, a demotion Sue took with good grace.
What looks like a stairway below is a street.
The way Filandia is laid out reminds me of an Escher drawing.
Mind you the eatery Sue had heard about was excellent.
We got there around two thirty and the place was packed until we left at four.
Ribs on arepas (grilled corn cakes):
Shrimp on patacones (fried savory plantains):
Mine was a kind of chicken Parmesan using corn meal for batter:
Bread pudding which needed raisins or alcohol to pep it up. For Hugh and I:
Chunks of meringue (a Colombian favorite) covered in a tart passion fruit custard, for Sue and Layne:
He did not enjoy the thunderstorm passing overhead:
The thunderstorm completely obscured the spectacular views:
The whole meal with four main dishes, four alcohol drinks four desserts and four coffees cost $100 all in.
And after the eating and walking and checking out the shops we had a ten minute ride back to Steel Horse campground in a Jeep-taxi.
