my mom works with a woman from colombia and she had given us the name of her friend in cartagena if we made it there. so we hit him up, thinking he would be a dude in his 30s like she was and we would meet for a drink (or 32) or something mellow. we get a hold of him and he seems real busy, asks us where we are staying and then says that a car will be there at 5 oclock to pick us up??? what the f, we are thinking but what are we gonna say? so we get back from the skate mission and street beers all day and put on the best shit we got and wait...right on time a nice ride pulls up on the little street our hostel is on and we hop in. no clue as to what is in store.
turns out the friend, alberto, is a baller ass baller in town. cartagena is home to the largest port in colombia, dealing with the import and export of over 30% of all goods that come in or go out...AND HE RUNS THAT SHIT. the big big guy on campus. we are escorted by the driver, carlos, through all sorts of random security and into albertos office which is insane. we rap with him for a minute and he asks us if we want the private tour of the whole place. indeed sir, indeed. hop in with his right hand man and he takes us to all the secure areas of this place. it was rad as fuck. i took only a few snapshots but loved every second of it. for sure a once in a lifetime thing for broke american assholes to see...
we had made plans for our best dog, the driver carlos, to pick us up bright and early and take us to some of the sites outside the city that we would have never seen...first stop was this old ass full blown city. more like a fortress...we were haggard as all hell but it was sick anyway. first dudes there for the day and we made our way around the whole place unseen. and that was a good thing cause there was a lot of kissing going on.
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