Nieva

Of all the towns we’ve visited so far, Neiva regarded us as the two strangest beings ever to grace it’s streets. Being from the Anglo-Celtic stock that we are, we’re used to getting a few curious stares, but Colombians are generally very polite and stop gawking as soon as they see you looking back at them. The folks of Neiva were different though- regardless of whether or not we were looking at them,they openly stared and even pointed at us as we walked around their sweltering little city, feeling evermore like four-headed aliens among an increasingly fascinated population of one-heads.

To top it all off, this is how they serve a glass of water, and they put grated cheese all over Angie's fruit salad. A strange place.