Colombian beaches ... boobs galore
Jan 16, 2008
|After Medellin we were off to the beach for for several days. First, a shitty overnight bus got us into Tolu on the coast, west of Cartagena. It was raging hot and so was the water. After several weeks of mountains, it was absolutely great. Also, although it was loaded with Colombian tourists, it seemed as we were the only two western tourists in the town, which is always amusing.
Three hours away was the fabulous city of Cartagena. There we went on a Chiva tour one night - an energetic experience where you sit on an open air bus and drink, while a live band on the bus plays traditional Colombian music. You circle around the city for hours like this and it is a drunken blast. Perfect for seeing the city, making new friends, and at the end the leave you at a disco and you can dance the night away.
Otherwise we combed the old city, a very picturesque place good for photography. But, again, we hit up the beach twice. A really awesome beach, called Playa Blanca (aptly, white beach), an hour boatride away was the clear, blue water and sugary, white sand dream. We rounded it out by going to the city beach, also fun.
I love the beach, and grow more and more content every year beaching it. All I need is some snacks, some cold drinks, and a beach and I am happy. Everything is more fun at the beach and if you look around a crowded beach usually there is nothing but smiles.
Next we went to Santa Marta and Taganga. More beach towns and cities, for several more beaches. Some were private ones we would walk a long way to in order to ensure they were mostly ours, except for a couple of women in a shack to make us a lunch of fried fish. Others were city beaches where the only downside was to see Colombian tourists litter them at a truly unbelievable rate. It (sorry) was exactly as if we were at the zoo and the animals were making a mess of the place, and the zoo employees (us in this case) had to come in every once in a while and clean up the cages (pick up trash after Colombians so it wouldn´t blow into the water and out to see).
Beautiful beaches are boring though ... onto another side topic. Spending time at the beach in Colombia (and Venezuela as I can now attest) really reminds you of another topic. They have many names - boobs, tits (=tetas), melons (=melonies), knockers, and, my favorite, hooters. Whatever you call them it seems that something in the water in Colombia has made womens hooters grow to enormous proportions.
In addition to the natural ones there are alot (statistically speaking) of plastically enhanced ones as well. Colombia and Venezuela are two of the world´s top countries for cosmetic surgery. They say that for a girl´s quincenera (15th birthday and coming out party) it is very common to get a boob job.
All over Colombia you see boobs, whether it is on the Auila Beer Company posters in bars, on TV, on billboards all over the city - but you mostly see them almost exploding out of women´s tops that are several sizes too small.
Once, Rachel and I saw a public service message about deemphasizing women´s breasts (and not resorting to surgery) ... but this is quite lost in the ocean of "hootermania" that is Colombia.
Compared to most men I like to think that I am not overly boob crazed. However, I must admit, after travelling around Colombia for a few months, all I want to do is bat around a giant set!