Now it’s on to the third leg of my three week Colombia
visit. First leg was the capital, Bogata where I had arranged lots of meetings
to get a feel for the politics and trade potential. Second leg was the city of
Medellin, learning about how city planning and people power has transformed the
most murderous city in the world into a modern, well connected economic powerhouse.
The third leg of my Colombia ‘familiarisation visit’ is to
rural Colombia.
This leg began in Boyaca, where I visited the magnificent
monuments marking two of the key battles in Colombia’s struggle to cast off the
imperial yoke of Spain - at Vargas Swamp near Paipa and at the battle of Boyaca
itself which prevented the Spanish forces reaching Santafe Bogata (at it was
then known). These two battles signalled the end of Spanish rule in South America.
Was were very relaxed until reaching Tunja (pronounced toon-hah), when our brilliant driver Tatiana jumped out at her house and handed me the keys for the onward drive to Tuta. As darkness fell. Not sure I’ll ever completely forgive her. Panicked when a police car appeared in my mirror with blue lights flashing. What on earth had I done wrong now? Actually nothing. Hadn’t realised they always have their blue lights flashing.
Was were very relaxed until reaching Tunja (pronounced toon-hah), when our brilliant driver Tatiana jumped out at her house and handed me the keys for the onward drive to Tuta. As darkness fell. Not sure I’ll ever completely forgive her. Panicked when a police car appeared in my mirror with blue lights flashing. What on earth had I done wrong now? Actually nothing. Hadn’t realised they always have their blue lights flashing.
A lovely evening with my daughter-in-law, Zulma’s extended
family and their pet animals. Commitment to family is very strong in rural
Colombia. The landscape of Boyaca is not dissimilar to Wales, except more
mountainous and extensive with the Andes providing backdrop in the distance.
And then today we drove via Bogota to a small town called
Anapoima. What a drive. Seemed like it was over top of the Andes. The road was
being widened (well actually rebuilt). Maybe 30 miles of it. It’s the sort of
dramatic infrastructure development Colombians specialise in. In Medellin they
are building a tunnel through a mountain to create better access to the
airport. In Bogata, they are going to build an underground system - from
scratch. They would sort out the Third Runway at Heathrow in short order.
Today I travelled along a motorway being built over the Andes, which
makes M5 improvements seem a mini job. Anapoima is nearer to the Pacific coast
than where I’ve been so far. Hotter and more muggy. First encounter with a mosquito.
I’ve learned so much about Colombia while during my visit. So much
more to learn. It’s a country of great contrasts and massive physical
differences. And I’ve not even mentioned the Amazon or the Pacific Coast. The whole country is
utterly breathtaking. And for someone who loves flowers, it’s a
dreamworld.