Is it dangerous to try and gage a perspective observing from a window seat....
Upon analysing nothing; one finds themselves processing the something's, anything's, everything's. Each things, as potentially thought provoking as the next. Thoughts, without too many considerations. And this is not due to “its” own perceived value . But as a one THING does pass by, another as interesting or as un-interesting or seemingly out of place (or even just perfectly abstract), catches the minds eye; it is naturally spiralled into ever new unknown directions. Repeated ever after and always within moments of the first/previous. Odd, i don't know? To me i guess so. Any perspective gained, most definitely uneducated. Some of the things (listed hereafter) are only given any initial thought for its proximity to my perceived know normality:
The road, usually carved into a climbing terrain, narrowly clings on curves each tighter than the next. Double yellow lines and slow speeds the caution but the fatal sight of crumpled metal is the definitive warning. Scars of once operational vehicles and “safety” balustrades string the path. But the memorials of the lost, highlighted with catholic symbology also immortalised with headlights and car part shrines; are the ultimate reminder of danger.
Terpel selling only fuel, diesel for $8700 COP per gallon delivers service to the Dodge and Chrysler Trucks of all shapes and sizes. Makeshift establishments, where six or more men all gaze into hoods - staring at engines doing nothing. Young individuals work upon tires that should never be reclaimed. An auto mechanic industry meets demand in unlikely ways.
In what you may consider to be a long distance from anywhere –happily people walk, children play and redundant horses still carry loads like yesteryear. One feels inclined to stop and ask (or watch) their day unfold.
Hoses and pipes of unknown origin and destination follow the road. A littering of spanish lettering - some instructional, others advertorial signpost the way. The unmistakable pepsi and coke logo’s are matched in number with some think new; "minotos y cellular" phone credit available here! Checkpoints and tolls cut the journey. Gardens make way for family farms, farms for cattle fields and green houses, then a landscape of commercial crops. But as townships end, forest (or is it jungle) with a mix of dense vegetations take hold. Birds and butterflies navigate old trees, bamboo, vines, palms, ferns, grasses, huge leaves, flowers of every colour. A wildness, a wilderness that is only managed (sculptured) by the passing traffic on this road. Exciting for it’s mystery and deep darkness within. Then, “scrub” a bushland that could be mistaken for home. Gum trees, yes eucalyptus - straight and tall, wait... where am I?
And when there is nothing. Be amased with unique, creative crafted fence lines/gates/barriers of innumeroous materials that divide the country side.
Hours spent in transit to the next city or tourist location. Inner Colombia, observed from a window seat.