An easy bus from Medellin, Salento was our first arrival at night as we missed the earlier bus…fortunately, there couldn’t be a better place for it. Our journey was almost a private coach hire experience, sharing our oranges with the driver and watching Netflix with no one else on board, we pulled into Salento’s cobbled square. A few blocks in and a local had given us more directions to our hostel just four blocks away. I loved this place already.
“Why do the directions take us through a pitch black building site! Oh my God, dogs coming at us, s@!t!…We should be close though… Oh no, maps.me just jumped, we’re nowhere near, I’m so confused…” exasperated, I look at Reid, barely making out the whites of his eyes in the dark. I trip over some rubble. “ARgh, lets just give up!”