India is chaotic, India is disorganized. Yet India is beautiful, there is an underlying order that is visible in the chaos. The connecting factor between the chaos and ethos is the people. Colombia is equally chaotic and disorganized. Yet, Colombia is beautiful and people act as the connection between chaos and ethos. So what happens when an Indian travel to Colombia? It results in a clash of culture. One of which is the oldest living classical civilizations ( Tamil ) and the other is an interesting mix of indigenous and Spanish flavors. In this post, I want to cover the cultural shocks that I faced as an Indian , a Tamilian and a Madrasi . 1. Excessive Politeness In buses especially, there are special seats for differently able'd, pregnant women and senior citizens which are marked in blue. Those seats are never almost occupied by the rest even if the buses are full. So the people here are really polite and nice. The b...
Colombian Coffee When people talk about Colombian coffee, people think of “el eje cafetero” or the coffee axis - predominantly covering the departments of Quindío, Risaralda and Caldas. Fun fact: In Colombia, coffee is widely grown in a lot of regions. Some of these coffee are even better than the ones from the coffee axis - Tenza valley is one such region. Tenza valley - An introduction With altitudes ranging from 2,100 to 1,400 meters above mean sea level, this fertile region is a botanical playground—ideal for cultivating tropical fruits, coffee, corn, and flowers that burst with color and flavor. It is a mosaic of municipalities, each with its own rhythm, heritage, and terrain. The region unfolds across three distinct clusters: 1. Almeidas province (Cundinamarca): Machetá, Manta and Tibiritá 2. Eastern Boyacá: Guateque, Almeida, Chivor, Guayatá, La Capilla, Somondoco, Sutatenza and Tenza 3. Neira: Garagoa, Chinavita, Macanal, Pachavita, San Luis de Gaceno and Santa María...
An Ode to Los Llanos The first journey from mountain chill to the warmth of the Llanos Some journeys begin quietly, long before we realise how much they will matter. My connection to Restrepo started in the early days of my relationship with my wife — a time when everything felt new, hopeful, and full of gentle possibility. One afternoon, she invited me on a trip to a small town in Meta and mentioned, almost casually, that the climate there would feel similar to India. That simple detail lit something inside me, a small warmth in a country that was still becoming home. I had no way of knowing then that her invitation would lead me toward a landscape that would stay with me for years. I did not know that this first descent from the cold of the Andes into the warm, open plains would become a thread woven through my life — or that I would one day be affectionately called el amigo del llano , the Friend of the Plains. This chapter is my ode to that beginning — to the first journey that ope...
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