havent blogged in a while. been rather lost in this country. lost in countless moments i know ill wish i took better advantage of in the future. i do feel like every day i'm living the nostalgia thatll distract me at my next job, wherever that is. but while im here, the story goes like this...
this guy, William Morales, plays just about every hand made indigenous instrument ever invented. this clip is only a fraction of his talent.
carlito sway, executive producer of a colombian hip hop documentary and compilation album.
mosko fly, fyah fox and dynomite (incredible reggae band)
DJ blanko, a passionate dj here in bogota, specializing in rare underground funk and quality hip hop..
dj okze´s mpc 60 vs my mpc 500 at chopshop studios
dj pho´s casa.
i've spent the past several weeks(months really), following the invisible current to wherever it happened to lead me. the stories ill organize later, the music i can barely keep up with, theres so much, and the views i catch when i can with this 2nd hand camera ive got.
but i also understand that every adventure has to come to an end. it only makes sense. it wouldnt be what it was if it lasted forever. the moments of clarity wouldnt be what they are if they werent surrounded by periods of confusion. you have to get lost in order to be found. and my computer had to break for some reason too...although i honestly havnt figured out the lesson there.
what i have realized is that i seem to be happiest in all the places i've traveled either just after i arrive, or right before i leave. cant figure out why im like that. as much as i love staying, and really getting to know a place, when your time is short...you tend to value it more.
vacations are cool because its empowering and equally fun to drop in on foreign lands, knowing you wont be there tomorrow, no reputation to feel obliged to, and so naturally ..you tend to have more fun, reinvent yourself, do bold things that you normally wouldnt do. try new things, talk to new people, dance, smile and laugh out loud. do whats innappropriate. whats not expected.
when you actually live somewhere...its different. yes, you can meet more people and build more meaningful contacts than the here today, gone tommorow type of traveling, but eventually all the buildings which were once so magnificent, all the sunsets you wanted to call home about, and the interesting characters you found everywhere simply become things you barely notice on your way to work.
strange thing about bogota is that its nearly 2,600 meters high in the sky. i dont know how many feet that is...but i can tell you that im at eye level with the clouds. i fall short of breath quickly when walking up hills and stairs, and again, the views are something that make me wish my good camera never broke.
6 months ago, this was a place i barely knew existed. Colombia went from being a random spot on the map i was as indifferent to as any other country really (with my shameful american sense of geography), to becoming a place filled with countless memories, images and stories. all of this could have easily been foods i never tasted, friends i never met, and stories i never took part in. whatever its worth, at least now i know.
saludes a todo