San Gil

San Gil was just a stop to break up the journey on the road to Bogota. A fairly unimpressive town famous for its whitewater rafting. I declined the offer as after having rafted grade 5s in Nepal I wasn't to be enthused by paltry grade 3s. Instead I headed up to Barichara, a quaint (sorry, I hate that word, but it is the most appropriate) town a couple of kilometers uphill from San Gil. It was a most relaxing day, just spent moseying around, eating ice cream & Hormigas Culonas (Big assed ants (and no, not at the same time)) and generally enjoying the stunning view of the surrounding mountains. Although I did have quite an extremely spiritual moment in the cathedral. Walking in it was completely deserted and quite spooky. I sat down up the front and started to hear a very faint voice. Straining my ears I could definitely make out someone speaking to me. Thinking I was getting instructions from God I stood up and moved closer to the altar whereupon I see a tiny radio which has been left on.