“There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down…”
Buffalo Springfield
We seem to have screwed things up in Colombia, maintaining our practice of causing chaos everywhere we go. Bearing in mind we are in Cauca Department and the town of Morales is about 15 miles away when Kika our landlady mentioned some dead policemen over tea yesterday afternoon we sat up and took notice.
We are not in the habit of worrying about our safety in the ordinary course of life on the road but this is not ordinary. Peace talks have broken down and driving to Medellin puts us in the middle of a firefight Bummer. Kika:
Her husband Anwar, below. They have a secure location here where they have lived for seven years so we are quite safe.
If this post seems melodramatic forgive me; things are melodramatic at the moment. We are too old to take stupid chances so here we are in a full service campground waiting for our last Amazon packages to arrive by the end of next week.
If the war grows we will leave for Ecuador 250 miles away. If calm prevails we will complete our tour of Colombia with a visit to Medellin. For now we will plug in, turn on Starlink and walk Rusty on the trails he loves.
Not a difficult place to pass some time and stay safe.
