Greetings friends and family -
We're once again traveling together! This installment of Transcontinental finds us on another low-budget, high-impact, great photo-op-filled journey thru Southern China & Southeast Asia. In fact, I'm finally able to update here at 2315 on 31 January (local time) - live from sunny, tropical Saigon, Vietnam!!
Unfortunately during the first part of our journey, we were stuck behind the Great fireWall of China. Aka - no facebook (gasp!) & worse, no blogspot, or any blogs for that matter...
Also... I admit, I forgot the cable connecting my camera to USB in the US - so I am currently unable to upload my dozens(squared) of photos either!! That said, stay tuned here and we'll at least keep you posted of our goingson, even if without the visual aids at first.
Thanks for reading! Tell your friends!
-Tim P
Monday, January 31, 2011
Bogota - without the altitude sickness!!
June 2008. Bogota, Colombia.
I don't know much what to say about Bogota. The capital city deserves so much more time than the few days I was able to spend there - while I enjoyed lots of what this magnificent City has to offer a traveler (and with family!), I also missed so much of its diverse mash-up of all of Colombia's culture, arts, and food found here due to the brevity of my visit. So for more proper commentary sprinkled throughout the post, I defer my words here to that of fellow traveler and friend, Matt Morrison - I only asked for his raw thoughts on the place.
Receding mountain fog on overland approach to Bogota, nestled in Colombia's Eastern Range. Colombia.
"...Bogota was a strange combination of rich and poor. There was extremely affluent areas mixed in with people who need to choose which bills to pay. ...there was a strong reminder of how Bogota used to be (extremely crime ridden) in that every house is heavily protected by locks and gates. However I felt pretty safe there."
I've forgot the artist and the title, yet it remains one of my most favorite paintings ever - Judgment Day; and its enormous. Note one of first-ever painted images of the female Succubus demon, bottom-right. Bogota, Colombia.
Main stairway entrance to Biblioteca Nacional - very democracy-themed. Look close... Bogota, Colombia.
Fernando Botero's many works were characterized by a style that has been often mimicked, but never duplicated, and often with a political glint. Here, a pictoral jest at a particular lady of means, and the aristocracy in general. Botero Museum, Bogota, Colombia.
An early draft of work supposedly incomplete. The style clarifies later.. Botero Museum, Bogota, Colombia.
A clear political slant - finished after the documented massacre of peasant workers' assembly. Botero Museum, Bogota, Colombia.
Another favorite of mine - quirky smile & all. A fine study of Botero's prowess in his own style. Botero Museum, Bogota, Colombia.
Aside from Botero works, the museum also included some works by his collaborators and visiting artist-friends. Here, one of my own all-time favorites by Picasso - self-portrait.
"In [the city]... are so many beautiful parts. The old national cathedral next to the government buildings; that square is really cool. There's also la Candelaria and some really cool public places (the library, fields, etc.) that you can just go and chill.
What was strange is the weather and the temperature. It's a city in the mountains and it's either raining or not raining. It felt as though it were fall all the time."
Spectacular column inside 17th century Museo Iglesia de Santa Clara - a la colonial Baroque. Bogota, Colombia.
Rare and exclusive; an after-hours visit to Cerro de Monserrate brought me close and personal with the statue of Fallen Christ. Monserrate, Bogota, Colombia.
Catedral Nacional, seat of the Archdiocese of Bogota, and main church for the President and all Colombia's big-wigs. Plaza de Bolivar, Bogota, Colombia.
More art from el Museo de Oro, this time really of gold. Shadowed human figure serves as the ephemeral model. Bogota, Colombia.
"Overall the city of Bogota is slightly strange because it is a very old city with a lot of history that is struggling to keep up with contemporary problems, stressed by the economic situation of the world and South America."
Thanks, Matt! Count on this: I will certainly return to Bogota, and with my camera once again at the ready.

These works by Tim Paez are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
I don't know much what to say about Bogota. The capital city deserves so much more time than the few days I was able to spend there - while I enjoyed lots of what this magnificent City has to offer a traveler (and with family!), I also missed so much of its diverse mash-up of all of Colombia's culture, arts, and food found here due to the brevity of my visit. So for more proper commentary sprinkled throughout the post, I defer my words here to that of fellow traveler and friend, Matt Morrison - I only asked for his raw thoughts on the place.

"...Bogota was a strange combination of rich and poor. There was extremely affluent areas mixed in with people who need to choose which bills to pay. ...there was a strong reminder of how Bogota used to be (extremely crime ridden) in that every house is heavily protected by locks and gates. However I felt pretty safe there."







"In [the city]... are so many beautiful parts. The old national cathedral next to the government buildings; that square is really cool. There's also la Candelaria and some really cool public places (the library, fields, etc.) that you can just go and chill.
What was strange is the weather and the temperature. It's a city in the mountains and it's either raining or not raining. It felt as though it were fall all the time."




"Overall the city of Bogota is slightly strange because it is a very old city with a lot of history that is struggling to keep up with contemporary problems, stressed by the economic situation of the world and South America."
Thanks, Matt! Count on this: I will certainly return to Bogota, and with my camera once again at the ready.
The photos laid out heretofore are taken with an Olympus Stylus 1050 SW
These works by Tim Paez are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
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Salento - colonial, natural, but don't drink the water - extended post.
May 2010 - As travelers, we are often those who are most aware of the dynamic currents of our world systems, of events and things as they happen and we make our passages through. Salento, in el Quindio department of Colombia, stands juxtaposed between the modern and colonial Colombia - and makes for a spectacular traveler's treasure trove of experience, both ecological and cultural.
Guadua Bio-reserve, Quindio, Colombia.
El Quindio is a main piece of Colombia's breadbasket - its the coffee region, and a major source for the industrial-grade bamboo, guadua, among many other crops. Salento, a large municipality in el Quindio, has long stood as resplendent of the traditional crafts, arts, and lifestyle that so characterized this part of Colombia. The main part of the town is situated at the foothills that are the entrance to el Parque Nacional Los Nevados - among the few remaining glacier fields around the equator. The region is rich in natural resources and traditional heritage, and the thriving systems of agriculture have subsisted for centuries. Only now are the traditional systems in the more remote regions of Colombia butting against modern agriculture, and the contrasts are startling.
However, don't let your guard down here, traveler. Not in mind are thieves (present worldwide) or guerilla rebels (military everywhere around the town) - these are the everyday, often observable and 'felt' kind of threats we learn to watch for most often. Traveler, beware the water here! Upon completion of a wonderful, locally-sourced and prepared meal I paired with the finest of locally-sourced and boiled water - in a glass cleaned immediately before with un-boiled water. The error of my way, unlike that of all my compatriots save I, was to bemoan (internally) and humbly decline (outwardly) the proffered first choice - cola, sans ice, in newly washed glass.
5 days later, and about 12 lbs. lighter, I made my way sprightly back to Cali; whereupon the ever-overly-concerned elder matrons of the clan opined incessantly amongst themselves on which form best to pursue in order to keep me from getting sick again.. or getting kidnapped.. or injured.. or from having much fun whatsoever. Unless I went escorted by an authorized local clan-member. I enjoy my cousin's dearly - and its to them I'll make it up - but its the oppressive-feeling manner of the elder ways' that I had to escape. So I did...
Next up : Bogota!
The photos laid out heretofore are taken with an Olympus Stylus 1050 SW
These works by Tim Paez are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
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