I'm BAAACK: Part 1 - 2011 Summer in Colombia

Right, it's been a while.  I actually forgot I had my own blog until I started hunting for blogs about  my soon-to-be new residence (more on that later).  I feel I should continue this for future Kwaj residents, my friends and family (though in these next blogs the pictures will be also available on FB), and myself.  Years from now my time on Kwaj will have seemed like a blip on the radar.  My blog might help myself, in my golden years, remember how active I was when I was young.  We'll see.

Moving on.

The benefit of living and working overseas (if you're not working for the government) is NO U.S. TAXES!  Woo!  But, there's a catch.  At  least for here.  You have to establish non-residency (of the U.S.) to claim foreign-earned income.  It's actually kind of boring, tax-wise, but was the catalyst for my 6-week trip to South America.  You see, in the Marshalls, to establish non-residency, I had to be OUTSIDE the U.S. (and all territories) for 330 days.  I burned up 20 or so of my INSIDE U.S. days over Christmas break (whilst visiting home), so I had to say out of town.  So, where to go? Enter: Colombia.  And we did.

My parents and I headed to Cartagena, Colombia, for the majority of our Stay-Out-Of-The-U.S. adventure.  I don't believe any of us had ever been to South America, so woo!  New continent!

First, let's talk food. 

I'm a big fan of Anthony Bourdain, so of course I had to try La Cevicheria in the Walled City of Cartagena.  I was not disappointed.  We went there twice.














Ceviche, for those living the culinary dark, is seafood cooked by the acidic powers of the citrus in lime juice.  Mix it with onions, tomatoes, cilantro, maybe some avocado, and bam!  Delicious, fresh, and filling. 


Above, left, are two deliciously refreshing coconut-and-lime drinks from the restaurant La Mulata.  It was a popular restaurant - very busy during lunch.  Above, right, was the typical fare of Colombia.  Fried fish, smashed-and-fried plantain, brown-ish rice, and HUGE slice of avocado.  I've never seen avocadoes so big. 
 
Of course, the buildings were spectacularly colorful. I couldn't get enough of all the brightly painted walls and brilliant fauna in the Walled City. 

 
Another fun side trip was to the mud volcano.  It was about an hour's bus ride there and back, and at the top of this man-made "volcano" was a big tub of mud.  Why does this attract the tourists?   Maybe because it's weird.  It was such an odd sensation, floating/suspending in mud.  Afterwards we all tramped down to the lake to wash off.  Bad news if you have contacts and get mud in your eyes.  There's not a clean hand or towel in sight!
 
 

I'm BAAACK: Part 2 - Spring Break 2012 to Pohnpei

This is Part 2 (though it might be out of order) of my multi-part catch-up series.   


Spring Break 2012 - Pohnpei, Federated States of Micronesia

I went to Pohnpei (PAWN-a-pay) with a group of friends for a 5-day, 4-night trip.  We took the one plane west, touched down in Kosrae (KOH-suh-rye) for about 45 minutes, and then continued on with our flight.  United, west-bound, hits a lot of islands in the Marshalls and FSM.   Pohnpei and Kosrae are popular destinations since they are so close. 

We stayed for two nights at The Village, a fantastic, honeymoon-esque style hotel with thatched huts and excellent food.  There were mosquito nets around the beds, and a sheet suspended above to catch all the lizard droppings.  Yes, there were lizards everywhere.  Sadly, due to land ownership disputes, The Village has shut its doors as of March 2013.  Other hotels in the area are popping up, but The Village was truly the best.  I'm so fortunate to have stayed there!
 
Above is a shot of the ruins around Pohnpei.  Nan-Madal, I think they're called, but I'm trying to recall this from a year ago, so I'm sure my spelling is off.  These are...maybe 2,000 years old?  Again, might be making this up.  It's been a while.  Shame on me for not posting in a timely manner!
 
To the right, I'm contemplating certain death.  I think the fall was maybe 20 feet.  Or 50.  Felt like 100.  After about 10 minutes of deliberating, I took the plunge.  Turns out, getting OUT was the scary/hard part.  A rickety rope-and-bamboo ladder hung from a precarious perch on the rocks.  Every time I stepped on a rung I'd smash my toes against the rocks.  So, obviously, I only jumped once. 

Besides jumping from great heights and navigating ruins, people dive, drive around, check out some local bars, and go on hikes.  It's different, and a great change of scenery, to have mountainous views to enjoy.  It was an awesome trip.