Into the wild

Bolivariano is considered the supposedly best bus company in Colombia. If you've ever been to Colombian bus terminals, you'll know what the saying about the trees in the forest is all about.

A huge selection of providers that could make the decision difficult, if it weren't for the mandatory display boards above the ticket booths. These show the latest accident numbers. That makes it easier...

Only 20 accidents this year... We'll take that one!

Park in Neiva. An almost forgotten, hospitable provincial town. Tourists are very rare but welcome guests here.

Taxis and street vendors

A typical picture of a Colombian city. What's missing are street clowns and window cleaners at the traffic lights, or people with sticks checking the tire pressure by hitting it. No, it doesn't really work. But if you just keep driving, the stick scratches the car door by chance, as a friend explained to us in Bogotá.

5.5 hours later....

Stargazing in the Colombian desert. Apparently the sky must be very special here. Except when it's cloudy, of course. Well, what can you do, looking at clouds with snakes, beetles, spiders, and scorpions can also be romantic.

If there are no stars, at least a desert tour with authentic natives. Men, motorcycles, and the desert. Okay, and one woman...

Adventurous....

Or less wild... Both are worth it for the view.

Our guide was very proud when we discovered the turtle.

Grey zone. Ghosts of deceased actors.Yeti???!! No, that was somewhere else...

What represents more of a movie set for a Western film is used as a dramatic environment for passionate-dangerous scenes in Colombian soap operas. Here, dozens of actors usually die... I prefer John Wayne and Winnetou.

If murder in the desert gets too hot, you can cool off here.

Driving back to civilization in the collective taxi. Luggage on the roof and breath-holding during overtaking and spontaneous animal encounters included.