My hostel in Popayan had found someone headed to Cali, and they had agreed to take what I really really hoped was my power adaptor with them. I had been given a name - Vanessa - along with the name of the hostel where she would be staying. Luckily for me, the hostel was quite close to mine so I could just walk there.

But I am an idiot. I should’ve brought something for her, at the very least some chocolate, but the thought never crossed my mind. I reached her hostel, but she had gone out. However, she had given the power adaptor to the people in the reception. I was so overjoyed on discovering that it was indeed my power adaptor that I even did not leave her a thank you note. Yeah, I really am an idiot.

Dear Vanessa and the nice people of the hostel in Popayan, I’m sorry I couldn’t thank you in person, but if you ever happen to read this, please know that I really really appreciate it.

Although I was in Cali for a week; I did not see much of the city at all. Most days were spent sleeping, and most nights were spent dancing. At other times, I would either be looking for a power adaptor, watching football in the hostel lobby or playing a card game called shithead with my other hostel mates. But I didn’t really regret it, as on the whole I’d had a good time in Cali. My only regret was not having had a chance to say goodbye to Pedro when he left. I don’t know when we’ll bump into each other next, hopefully during the Football World Cup in Brazil in 2014.