Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Wayuu people in Riohacha

We have come way up north to La Guajira. The northernmost department of Colombia which touches Venezuela. The land here mainly belongs to the Wayuu people, but there is no water or electricity and mainly cacti grow. The charity I used to work for has been involved with one group of Wayuu people for a couple of years and we took the opportunity to come and visit them. It was both shocking, moving and wonderful. 


We visited the renewed school building, previously destroyed by the FARC. We brought presents of shoes for each of the children and spent the morning trying shoes on children. We also brought their first uniforms!
This is the pastor's house both above and below. I was so struck by the verses painted on their door: 'As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.'


We visited their church (below) and I was asked to entertain the children. I taught them some Sunday school songs in english and they tried to teach me some Wayuu which proved most amusing! They speak Wayuu as their first language and are only beginning to learn Spanish, so I spoke in Spanish which then had to be translated! Meeting brothers and sisters in Christ felt incredible - I don't think I'll ever forget them.

Each large family group has a RancherĂ­a, it is very arid here, basically desert. This RancherĂ­a now has water as they have a deep well but the people so far have no experience with growing their own food so often go hungry and children still die here of malnutrition
by Emelye

Saturday, 21 July 2018

Santa Marta Night Life

The Carrera 3, just around the corner from our hotel, is home to perhaps the coolest cafe/bar/busking scene in all of Colombia.



Putting the Churros back into Adventurous


After a lovely hot day on the beach at Taganga, we caught the bus home over the mountain. A guy leapt on and was selling Churros (fried donut sticks to the uninitiated) so we had to get some. He then wanted to get off whilst Emelye was struggling to find the correct change. Much honking of horns ensued as the traffic built up behind us!

Later on we discovered we were sat with a nice lady who spoke a little English who goes to an evangelical church. Unusual for Colombia!

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Santa Marta

We have travelled today by bus to Santa Marta, another town along the coast about 5 hours from Cartagena. We arrived at sunset so haven't investigated very much further than dinner!
We invited 'John' to have dinner with us as he was begging in the streets. He's from Venezuela. We've met many Venezuelans during our time here. John clearly explained the plight. "In past times Colombians crossed the border to work in Venezuela and took back lots of money for their families. Now it's reversed. Colombians allow us into their country despite the fact that we have no permission to work, no identity papers. I have never had a passport as I never dreamt I would have to leave my country. Now if I wanted a passport I would have to work for 5 years to afford one. Our government is very bad, the army were sent out to kill all who protested. I was shot twice but God saved me."
"This money was enough for a motorbike. Now it is worthless. It's all I have."
We've had so many interesting and unforgettable conversations with strangers, but this one I needed to share.