A Carnaval Apart

Carnivals in Barranquilla came early this year, and the staff at FPPInternational left town super-early, but not before mugging for some TV time at The Lounge. Gio, bear-like proprietor of The Lounge, invited us to hang at the BQ nightlife hotspot Friday night, while a TV crew from Fox Sports filmed it for an episode on Colombian bars to air in Latin America in about a month.


I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

As soon as that was over, the Staff got a little shut-eye (very little) and caught the 4:30 express collectivo for Tayrona. Of course, this is the Gilligan's Island-like national park a couple hours up the road from here, as mentioned in previous, thong-filled posts. Anyway, we organized a trip to the park with another local gringo and gal, slept in tents and got sunburned, thoroughly missing the Carnaval events of the only weekend of the year when people from the interior (Bogota, Medellin, Cali) and the exterior (USA, Europe, Argentina) actually come to Barranquilla.



Life can be sweet on the beach, but maybe too sweet, as the flies and ants would not leave us alone while our glucose levels rose and rose, and now, in order to augment our bitterness quotient, we have decided to return to normal lives with work, showers and all the daily battles that drive us on to the grave.
Happy Feburary. Kisses,
FPPInternational