You can only reach it in a 4 x 4 because the last penultimate leg of the journey is an hour’s drive by dirt track. The final stage is by horse, down a steep slope, across a river, then up the other side to Pedro’s farm where he grows avocados and pungent green citrus fruit that you only find in this part of the world and you’ve never tried before but they are delicious. He keeps chickens and a friendly (to guests, anyway) American pit bull pup. Nearby there’s a condor’s nest. And on the slopes all around, too steep you would have thought for cattle, are handsome herds of dairy cattle providing wholesome milk and cheese.
The air is clean. The water is pure. The views are so beautiful it brings tears to your eyes. What’s not to like?
Well I’ll tell you what. And it’s the same problem with this paradise and all the other paradises we’ve fantasised about hiding in to escape the coming horror: it can all be turned to hell in the blink of an eye.
Cast your mind back to how all the South American countries behaved during the Covid psyop. Did all these proud, independent-minded, freedom-loving people say ‘no’ to the vaccines and refuse to participate in the lockdown? Nope. They were just as cowed and gullible as most Australians and Kiwis and Europeans and Canadians and Americans and Russians and Africans and Chinese and people in the rest of the East were. The rules were enforced and mostly obeyed everywhere.
And that’s just how it will be next time too. There is no escape. It’s a worldwide problem. And it’s worldwide by design.
Soon You Won’t Be Able to Go to Colombia. Or Anywhere Else…
I went to Colombia because it’s one of the places in the world I’ve most wanted to visit. Apart from being, according to some - and I’d probably agree - the most beautiful country in the world it also has the most bird species. Nearly one fifth of all the world’s bird species can be found in Colombia: hummingbirds (170 species), tanagers, macaws, parrots, toucans, caciques, antbirds, and, yes, condors which are every bit as impressive as their reputation.
But if you haven’t already booked your trip, you’ve probably missed your chance. Here’s some worrying news from the well-informed Sasha Latypova.
Message from AirBnB: expect governments' restricting travel after June 6, 2024.
Turns out that AirBnB have announced a change in their terms and conditions from June 6, 2024.
Sasha writes: “It seems that the insurance policies of the corporations are being revised to anticipate large-scale government actions, couched as “weather events”. It looks like new lockdowns for whatever pretenses are expected starting after June 6. This is why this policy update reads like: “you might not be able to travel for your booked vacation, but if you are already somewhere, you will be allowed to return home”.
Yup. Makes sense. AirBnB would know because like all big tech they are in on the game. If I had to hazard a guess as to what excuse they will use - and the list of options is endless: the war the Israeli regime are currently trying to engineer with Iran; a new ‘pandemic’; etc - it would be the sudden ‘discovery’ that air travel is dangerously affecting the weather. ‘Contrails’, we will learn, may well be responsible for the clouds that have blanketed us all winter and for the rain that has rendered much farmland unworkable.
The brainwashed masses, of course, will swallow it.
Medellin: Now a Stronghold for Someone Much, Much More Evil Than Pablo Escobar
If I’d known that Medellin is the home of the world’s largest factory of genetically modified mosquitos - breeding 30 million of them per week and owned, you guessed, by Bill Gates - I might have been less tempted to visit it.
Though it’s a heavily polluted urban sprawl (the surrounding countryside is much more worth your while, San Rafael, especially), it does have its charms - most notably a leafy district of bars and cafes, full of groovy young people drinking margaritas and mojitos, called Provenza.
Provenza has for three years running been named by Time Out one of the world’s coolest streets. Nothing wrong with that: it’s a buzzy place to hang out in the evening and more than deserves the accolade. What is very wrong, though, is the total number of streets named in Time Out’s coolest streets category. Go on, have a guess how many. Ten? Nope. Twenty? Nope. Thirty? Well you’re almost there. But Time Out, for reasons known only to itself, didn’t think that that was quite enough. So the figure it eventually settled on was … 33.
Hmm. What is it about the number 33 that our dark overlords find so different, so appealing?
Most of you will, of course, already know the answer to this question and will already be muttering something along the lines of ‘symbols will be their undoing.’
But they’re such bastards, aren’t they, the way they troll us with these relentless jibes? Anyone who belongs to the 33 cult will, after all, be totally on board with the programme to ensure that we never get to travel outside our own 15 minute cities, rendering the very notion of an article celebrating all the coolest streets around the world that we can visit one day not just utterly risible but also cruelly mocking.
I Heart Colombia
I love Colombia. If you get the chance: go! Good food, beautiful scenery, and absolutely delightful people, at least in my experience. Never once did I feel threatened, contrary to some of the bad stuff you hear. The impression I got was of a wonderful country somewhat bemused by its ongoing international reputation as the world capital of cocaine and cartels. That baton was passed some while back to Mexico.
From a traveller’s perspective the drug wars were great because they probably arrested Colombia’s development into an overblown tourist economy by about three decades. But those poor Colombians. Imagine: all you want to do is get on with your life, find a partner and a home, raise a family, earn a living and daily thank God for granting you the miracle of having been born amid such beautiful, fertile, sun-kissed surroundings. Instead, thanks to those crooks in your ugly continental neighbour to the north - George HW Bush, et al - your country was raped, terrorised and exploited, thrown at the mercy of the brutal thugs, all to satisfy the artificially created demand of a newly invented cocaine culture in Miami and beyond.
No wonder most Colombians I met just wanted to forget and move on.
Article by James Delingpole
James Delingpole is a writer, broadcaster and truth seeker. He hosts the Delingpod - the world’s most entertainingly shambolic ‘conspiracy’ podcast.
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