When I left for my class this morning there was much hustle bustle around the nearby big street with bars and restaurants. There were metal barriers and rows of policemen in uniform, listening attentively to a briefing. There were horses corralled off in one side street. A little further and I saw what was going on: an immense sound stage had landed or erupted, overnight. Now, night time, it is very loud indeed: aside from the thumping bass of the concert, there are at least three street parties on our street, each with its own loud music and laughter, as tomorrow is a holiday so the people of Medellin have done one of the things they do best and come out to party.
Meanwhile, the GF and I have finally made our future travel plans. I will accompany him to Canada, to my beloved Montreal, and then we will return to London, having made our way around the world over the course of a bit over a year.