Its 7 til its 8 here in Columbia.

I thought 5am was an early until I met the Wayuu and 4am was like sleeping in for them. A very stubborn people (I would probably fit right in haha). The Wayuu wake up way before sunrise and go to bed way after the sun sets. The Wayuu live in the Guajira Desert. Where they have a rainy season and a dry season. I was definitely visiting during dry season, since i was standing in the middle of where a 30ft deep river flows during rainy season. Their diet consists mostly of goat (its a very greasy meat but very fatty as well.. I loved it! i had the great oppurtunity of playing with a goat that later nurished my flesh and bone.) Their main source of hydration is a drink called Chicha, made from corn... When i learned how they made it even I, Nate Norris, found it a bit hard to stomach. ( A few of the old ladies in Village gather around and chew the corn off the stalks and proceed to chew it up and then spit it out into a pot. The pot is then set aside so that it can ferment. And then finally served to me haha.)

Patience is definitely a virtue that is needed with the Wayuu. They are quick to tell you when and where to be but have no conscience for your desires or needs, when it comes to time. I have learned in Columbia that when someone tells you they will arrive at 7. That basically means somewhere between 7 and 8.

I have slept in a handmade hammock, eaten goat for breakfast, lunch and dinner, drank the sweet Chicha, caught a red tailed boa, played with the Wayuu children, and hung out with the elders of a Wayuu tribe. I am also still amazed by Bob a 72 year old man with so much life in him it makes me look like an old man. He still floors me with his stories. I think i have heard it all then he pulls another amazing story out of his box. All i think about is... that would be a good film. haha. Well i am back from the Guajira safe and sound. Time to stretch myself in Santa Marta. I think I have a day off tomorrow. Beach sounds good. :) God Bless