03-20-2017, 08:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-20-2017, 04:16 PM by Mad Max.
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Hello Again,
I just wanted to stop in and say hello again. Chances are this is probably my first hello to some. This place is a beacon of light in a dark web of disinformation. I am so happy that I found it.... and for that matter, all of you.
I have been backpacking throughout Colombia for the past three months and I am forever changed because of it. For one (and most importantly, in my opinion,) I met my future life partner. But secondly, and more importantly to the community here, I bring back with me valuable information about a medical system not so rife with greed and corruption that one trembles with trepidation at the mere mention that "OTC might not do the job".
For example,
My friend , who I was staying with for the first month I was there, found himself needing stitches in a most unfortunate way. My first thought was, "F**K! That's gonna be expensive."
And then.... "Oh wait, he probably has insurance." (unlike me)
But to my surprise....
I end up finding my jaw slack when I witness the receptionist cringe while she hands him the bill and says, " I'm really sorry sir. It's quite expensive because you don't have insurance."
Words I've heard before. Words that normally make my stomach drop.
Then my friend shows me the bill with a delight of glee on his bronzed face. 20,000 pesos stood out in red among the black print on the small slip of paper.
I wanted to smack his plump cheeks and say, "are you mad?" But then I remembered where I was. Normally a bill with that kind of zeros waving in my face would have me experiencing one of those odd sensation where you'd swear your nuts had just crawled up the back of your throat and lodged themselves in the most uncomfortable place they could find. (I say that like they're exists a comfortable place for nuts in the back of your throat.)
After conversion, that 20,000 peso note was actually only about seven or eight dollars US. I had imbibed an imaginary Pepe for naught.
After that the four of us went to a restaurant and gorged ourselves on pork ribs, potatoes, a variety of plantain preparations and some deep fried root that tastes a lot like tapioca for a whopping total of $16,000 pesos or roughly four dollars a person.
That is the end of that story, but I have many more. Please don't hesitate to ask. I intend on going back as soon as I can.
More on this and why this is a true story later if you guys are interested.
I just wanted to stop in and say hello again. Chances are this is probably my first hello to some. This place is a beacon of light in a dark web of disinformation. I am so happy that I found it.... and for that matter, all of you.
I have been backpacking throughout Colombia for the past three months and I am forever changed because of it. For one (and most importantly, in my opinion,) I met my future life partner. But secondly, and more importantly to the community here, I bring back with me valuable information about a medical system not so rife with greed and corruption that one trembles with trepidation at the mere mention that "OTC might not do the job".
For example,
My friend , who I was staying with for the first month I was there, found himself needing stitches in a most unfortunate way. My first thought was, "F**K! That's gonna be expensive."
And then.... "Oh wait, he probably has insurance." (unlike me)
But to my surprise....
I end up finding my jaw slack when I witness the receptionist cringe while she hands him the bill and says, " I'm really sorry sir. It's quite expensive because you don't have insurance."
Words I've heard before. Words that normally make my stomach drop.
Then my friend shows me the bill with a delight of glee on his bronzed face. 20,000 pesos stood out in red among the black print on the small slip of paper.
I wanted to smack his plump cheeks and say, "are you mad?" But then I remembered where I was. Normally a bill with that kind of zeros waving in my face would have me experiencing one of those odd sensation where you'd swear your nuts had just crawled up the back of your throat and lodged themselves in the most uncomfortable place they could find. (I say that like they're exists a comfortable place for nuts in the back of your throat.)
After conversion, that 20,000 peso note was actually only about seven or eight dollars US. I had imbibed an imaginary Pepe for naught.
After that the four of us went to a restaurant and gorged ourselves on pork ribs, potatoes, a variety of plantain preparations and some deep fried root that tastes a lot like tapioca for a whopping total of $16,000 pesos or roughly four dollars a person.
That is the end of that story, but I have many more. Please don't hesitate to ask. I intend on going back as soon as I can.
More on this and why this is a true story later if you guys are interested.
It is Well with My Soul 
and the information you've gained, first hand, cannot be found in books and papers ... Colombia can be a dangerous place (so I've heard) so please watch yourself, it can, as you know, show how we take thing for granted in other parts of the world ... You are lucky indeed to have found your life companion, some never do...![[Image: SyAa0qj.png]](https://i.imgur.com/SyAa0qj.png)
