I have sent variations of this letter for a few fines and tolls. So far the response has been similar: there is none. Once they receive this letter, they send no more correspondence, even when originally they stated that if the fine isn't paid within 30 days, they will issue further fines. I can't t
02.2.2012| antics | Kurt Robinson
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I don't think I've ever been frisked so many times in my life. I came through the metal detector at José Maria Córdova, and the girl on the other side was kind and respectful. She smiled and said “Muchisimas gracias” when she was done. The next guy also spoke native Spanish to me, but from hi
05.26.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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“This place belongs to my friend Hubert. Hubert's Place.” Solomon showed me the photos of the Playa Blanca just outside Cartagena. “We will go there, and stay for 10.000 pesos a night, sleeping in a hammock.” “What are you, crazy?” said Don Cesario. “You sleep in a place for 10.000
04.13.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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It's always important to make sure your room is clean when you get to a new place. It's been five days and I haven't smudged my room. "I need to buy some incense. White sage. Do you know where?” “Yes. The Plaza de Flores in El Centro. But why do you need it?” “It's good for... not s
04.4.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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I just went on a date with this girl from Colombian Cupid. We were having a pretty good time, we went for lunch, sat in the park for a while, went for a coffee... Then she said something like "Who is that photo on your facebook, the fattie?" I thought for a minute and said "I think you're talking
03.24.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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I woke up at around 11:30 pm - 3:30 pm Melbourne time. Even with the neck cushion on the plane, I was a little stiff. I stumbled out of my room and said hello to the Colombian sitting in the patio. He was from Cartagena, his name, Solomon Gomez Angel. He spoke English very well, though he had never
03.5.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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"Hola," I said to the fellow at immigración. He nodded and looked at my papers. He typed me into the computer. "Sesente dias." He handed me my passport. "...¿Que? ¿Centarias?" "Sixty days," he pointed to the number 60 on my passport. I expected a little culture shock when I touched do
02.21.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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"You have to do it." "I don't have to do anything." "Dude... seriously," said my friend Stone. "I am serious. Cocaina is pretty serious stuff." "In Australia, $200 a gram. In Colombia, $2 per gram. Think about it." "I will think about it." Stone wasn't the only one busting my chops
02.12.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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