Presentation on theme: "SeqUEstEred in San Agustin HOTEL ANACOANA, SAN AGUSTIN, COLOMBIA NEW YEAR, 2005/2006."— Presentation transcript:
seqUEstEred in San Agustin HOTEL ANACOANA, SAN AGUSTIN, COLOMBIA NEW YEAR, 2005/2006
We had braved a grueling ten-hour bus ride from bogota along a highway heavily patrolled by national guardsmen. We had traversed the length of the cordillera to its source and had been generously rewarded with mountain scenery to die for.
Arriving in san agustin, I appear to be the only gringo In the pueblo, and immediately a tourist guide pounces puma-like, stripping us of and shouldering our packs And leading us from finca to finca in pursuit of secluded accommodations.
Tethered by one foot, a female pavo real pecks at some food and clucks contentedly in her edenic garden prison, while her peacock mate struts and marches about the hotel grounds, free and unfettered.
We take a loft above the kitchen and snuggle in a hammock on the balcony as the rain comes down, un ojo siempre abierto. Above, the dark brown rafters form prison bars against the pale white plaster overhang.
Hector, a crazy-eyed parrot with clipped wings, taKes shelter with us, squawking and raucously complaining and trying not to get ensnared in the fabric as he gnaws his way up and down the cotton netting with his beak and talons.
our companions, “las tres mosqueteras”—three school teachers on holiday from medellin—make gallows-humor jokes about kidnappings, and pointing to my hat and glasses hail me as el Presidente, and warn me that I have been sequestered by a guerrilla girl.
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