Business class seats were not offered between San Juan and Medellin. I proceeded to pay $60 to upgrade to the front of the plane. That was done so I could clear customs faster (see Avianca SJU-MDE: No Business But Right Up Front). On the way from Medellin to Miami, I again looked for business class. Again, I found that it was not offered. Premium economy is available. Since the flight is only 3.5 hours, I opted to save my points and fly economy. Unlike when I entered Colombia, I was not in a hurry to get to customs and immigration. Thanks to Global Entry, the anxiety of being stuck in an endless line is not a concern.
While living in foreign countries for months at a time is excellent, sometimes I want all of those amenities without the time commitment. That’s why I came up with ‘sane asylum’ trips, a brief interlude to relieve me from the everyday stresses of Puerto Rico (see Why A Second Residency?). Simultaneously, there are some things that Puerto Rico doesn’t have: fresh groceries, Wi-Fi, reliable electricity that I don’t want to travel halfway around the world to find. In addition, I now have new hobbies besides golf and tennis. Since my residency in Melbourne & Bangkok, I’ve taken up the ying and the yang of Muay Thai and yoga. A private instructor for Muay Thai in PR is $100/hour and would require that I leave the bubble. A yoga class on this island is fake stretches at the beach, populated by tourists pretending to connect with nature.
Medellin is a direct flight from San Juan, making it the perfect place to spend a few days, especially now that I am no longer willing to be a squatter (see Hotel vs. Friend’s Home vs. Airbnb). The quality and luxury for the price, along with the friends I have there, make it almost perfect. I use almost because, as stated above, there is still an element of risk in traveling to Medellin and the influx of tourists makes it less remarkable than it used to be (see Manila, Medellin: Too Many Gringos). While I like Medellin a little bit more each time I go, I have never fallen in love with the place. Add in my disdain of mountains, and it makes more sense why Medellin does not make the Residency Directory (see Where I’ll Live And Why). A quick trip is more than enough to satisfy my need for a change of scenery, i.e., to keep me from going island crazy.
Where is your ‘wanna get away’ city?I could do this a few times a year for a few days.
Last time I went to Medellin and wrote about Hostel v. Hotel v. Friend’s Home. This time, I faced two choices: hotel vs. friend’s house. I opeted for my friend’s house because it was free and because there are not any great points redemptions offers in Medellin. As great as a house guest as anyone can be, invading someone’s personal space for more than two nights is excessive.
I have been running TPOL’s March Madness bracket for years. Each year, someone wins. Each year, no one claims the prize. I am happy to say that I have connected with CalGator, the winner of the bracket in a Rory tiebreak. I look forward to welcoming him to Puerto Rico and beating him in golf.
I have been to Colombia many times. The media and pop culture depiction of Colombia and the Colombia I have come to know are quite different. This is evidenced by a round of golf at La Macarena golf course in Medellin.
Location
The golf course is 45 minutes away from the city center of Medellin.
TPOL’s Tip: The address is Cl. 41 #33-595, Rionegro, Antioquia
Cost
As a guest of a member, I paid $65. This did not include the tip for the caddie which was $12.
Caddie
There are no golf carts at this course. It is all walking. The caddie is mandatory but indispensable.
Ready Golf
And here we go:
2nd Hole, Par 3
I hope you are adjusted to the altitude and are ready to go. After a basic first hole, I was faced with this:
The course record is 21. I hit it thin and got it over.
View looking towards the tee box on the left.
Do You Trust This Bridge?
Surviving the par 3, I had still had to walk across the Temple of Doom bridge. Kali ma!
The Greatest Shot?
Rarely do things go my way on the golf course. This was an exception. My caddie, seeing my swing, told me to club up. I ended up hitting the ball over the green onto another hole.
The green is somewhere below, towards the bridge.
Trusting in the Lord, I somehow made it onto the green.
Zoom in to see my ball.
Blind Shot
My caddie told me to hit my driver with ‘con confianza’, with confidence. I’m glad that I didn’t know what was on the other side.
Had I hit it any better, it would have landed in the ravine Next time, I will use a 3 wood.
Five iron, huh? You’re fired. Bye-bye.
There’s water ahead.
Luck Runs Out
I had some highlights but then statistics do what statistics do.
A Break at the Turn?
In Colombia, it is customary to take a ‘fifteen’ minute break at the turn. I vehemently oppose this. First, it’s not fifteen minutes. Second, it kills any rhythm. After enjoying a 2 for 1 mimosa and making the mistake of ordering empanadas, I longed for a siesta, not 9 more holes.
Two in the Trees
My lethargy showed up in hole 10. I hit two in the trees.
Bullshit Bunker
Why was this placed here? Take notice of my ball further up in the bunker.
Don’t Film
I was ready to showcase my talents to the world via video. Instead, I barely made the reds on this par 3.
Driver @ Altitude
The driver was my weapon of choice all day. I credit the altitude for my success.
Beauty
Throughout the round, I had to remind myself that I was in Medellin but nowhere near Medellin.
Danger
Beware of the caravana birds. They will poke your eyes out. That’s what my caddie told me.
Final score
116
So close, yet so far.Thank you to my host.
Post Golf
Now the mimosa makes sense, though we didn’t need ten of them, even if they were 2 for 1.
It should come as no surprise that there are limited points options in Corsica. With no rental car (see Corsica Taxis: Be Prepared to Pay Dearly), I wanted to stay close to the city center and close enough to the beach. I chose the Best Western and was happy with my choice.
As a former taxi driver (see TaxiCab Confessions: The Revelation), I don’t feel bad when I say that I hate taxis. This was especially true in Corsica, where rideshares exist but only in theory (The Uber app showed a taxi from the airport to my hotel was 38 euros but could not be booked).
The gouging began at the airport. I landed at. I walked out of the terminal and, as my book says, was prepared to be robbed (buy Everyone’s Advice Is Wrong . . . Including Mine). I called the hotel and asked how much a taxi would cost to Porto-Vecchio. They said 50 euros. I asked the driver in the front of the line. She said 55-70 euros. “It depends on the meter.”
Terrified of the meter, I told her no. I asked the next driver, and she said that it would take 30 minutes to get there. I was told that at 7 PM, there’s a night tax for taxis, and seeing as it was 6:45 PM, half the ride would be based on the night tax. She took out her phone and started clicking away with her long nails on her calculator app. She estimated it would be 70 euros. Outraged that the price had gone up, I went to the car behind her. Chivalry is not dead in the taxi price gouging world as the driver told me I had to take the cab that was first in line.
Still outraged, I decided to walk to the exit of the airport, hoping that a stray cab would offer me a normal rate. On my way out, I was told ‘good luck’ by a taxi at the end of the line.
No one was coming for me.
20 minutes later and with no ride, I returned to the taxi line and back to the same woman. She said it’s now past 7, so the rate will be exclusively the night rate. She took out her phone and started tapping away. She told me 85 euros. I agreed.
Weaving in and out of traffic like a crazy person, my taxi driver eventually brought me to the hotel. The meter said 99 euros. She said I was ‘lucky’ to be paying 85. Impatient and upset that she had underestimated the rate, she told me to hurry up and get out.
Scared to take this pic.
TPOL’s Tip: Don’t take an afternoon flight to Corsica. You’ll pay for it. The night tax is real.
Taxi to the Beach
I was told that the nicest beach in all of France is Cala di Lume. The cost of getting there by taxi is 40 euros. The nicest beach in all of France for 40 euros? Sign me up. Hungover from the night before (see Guns & Butter: Porto-Vecchio, Corsica Travel Guide), I was delighted when an S Class picked me up.
Taxi from the Beach
Having spent 40 euros to get to the nicest beach in all of France, I was fine paying 55 euros, including the aforementioned night tax. This time, it was a Mercedes Van.
How much would you pay to go to the beach?
Taxi Back to the Airport
I had a late afternoon flight, so I slept in. I figured it would be 50 euros to pay for a taxi to the airport since I would be off the road before 7 PM. Wrong! “Today is Sunday. Taxis cost more on Sunday. It will be 90 euros. Oh, and you just missed the last bus that would have dropped you off on time.”
Car Rental
I am against car rentals in general. First, I do not want to drink and drive (see Mount Etna, Sicily Wine Tour: Fun & Games Until Police Stop). Second, I am terrified of driving manual (see TPOL’s Biggest Fears: Some Conquered, Some Endure). Third, car rental companies are the biggest thieves. Try putting in a claim with your credit card company. You’ll end up calling Bachuwa Law when the claim is rejected or not promptly processed.
Here, I assume renting a car for two days, if only for the ride to and from the airport, would have been cheaper.
Unaffiliated Taxes
Everyone knows there is a taxi mafia at the airport that is basically impossible to avoid. My question is how do i get a hold of the Toyota taxis that i saw dropping people off at the airport.
Overall
Money burnt on taxis is the worst. Or as they say in French, trés mal. Or as they say in Corsican, trè male.
Houston let the game slip through its fingers yesterday. That was good news for ‘Eringobrach13’s Picks 1’ who had the Gators winning it all. Unfortunately, Eringobrach13’s Picks 1 had the total score for the game at 165 points while CalGator, who also picked Florida, had the total points at 160. According to section C.6.(b), CalGator is the winner via tiebreak.
Hopefully, CalGator lives in Florida, making the price of his or her ticket to Puerto Rico basically free (in basic economy).
TPOL’s Trivia: Napoleone Buonaparte was born in Ajaccio, Corsica, on 15 August 1769. He was the second of eight children born to Carlo Buonaparte, a lawyer descended from Tuscan nobility, and his young wife Maria-Letizia Ramolino. At the time of Napoleon’s birth, Corsica had been ceded to the French by the Genoese.
