Hola Officer

Having said my goodbyes and welcoming the idea of being a "lone traveller" for the rest of my travels I caught a flight to Cali where I was meeting my friend Rochi. Upon arriving I called Rochi's number and I received no answer, a little lost as what to do i decided Facebook could be my savior, jumping on line I found she was not logged in so I just started chatting to some friends to kill some time. After awhile I asked the lady working in the internet store how much a taxi would be to Cali city, which turned out to be a long way with a cost of about $us30. Shortly after I asked, the guy sitting next to me turned and confirmed the price and asked where I wanted to go, I explained my situation and he said he´ll try call on his mobile still no answer, I decided there is a good chance I was going to stay in a hostel that night.


 The guy produced a police badge and explained to me he was with a special investigation unit and he could give me a lift in the police taxi if I would like. After a few ums and argghhhs i decided fuck it whats the worst that could happen get kidnapped or something. So I jumped in the taxi and off we went, the whole ride he told me about his family and where they live, he even said that if I could not find a place to stay I could crash on his couch and tried to call Rochi again. This time leaving a message saying that "he was the police and he was with her friend Chris".. he was just so genuinely friendly like I found out all Colombians are, eventually during the longish drive to town Rochi rang back freaking out about how I had managed to get myself caught up with the police already. They arranged to meet a the police station closest to Rochi's place, I tried to give him some money when Rochi arrived but he would not take it, so I just thanked him. Rochi two of her friends and I went to have a beer and popcorn at a little place called reggae-pop before retiring for the night.
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