the sun didn’t bother sweating today. it was just... there. 25 degrees feels like standing next to a soup kettle. humidity clinging to my neck like a long-lost ex. smells like coffee and bad decisions. i spilled a yogurt in the metro and blamed the cart driver. he gave me a free arepa. go figure.

quick answers:
q: is this place worth visiting? a: if you like tromping through colonial vibes while dodging motorbike honks. also, monkeys. lots of monkeys.
q: is it expensive? a: yeah. not hotel expensive, but avocado toast costs more than a hostel.
q: who would hate it here? a: anyone who can’t handle salsa music at 5am. or monkeys.
q: best time to visit? a: may to november. but if you’re dumb, you’ll do it anyway.
a few weeks ago, i met a street artist who said this city stays awake by breathing through its lungs. i didn’t get it until i tripped over a stone wall that led to a staircase with no idea where it went. the jungle swallowed it. feels like living in a simulation run by coffee addicts.
safety? depends. ask the guy who stole my phone. turns out, he had a cousin who sold me the peace sign necklace that glows in earthquakes.

costs are a trip. uber to el poblado? 12k. yogurt melts at 24.67°C and nobody cares.
o one talks about the pressure difference here. felt like climbing a mountain while holding my breath. then again, gravity’s a liar.

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