Monkeys and Keyboards?

Here the people who collect all the cans for recycling are taking a break. They are paid for them by the kilo, and it cant be much. They are very much accepted by all the people who come to the Plaza to relax in the evenings, and it means that the whole place is never littered with empty cans or anything like that. 

San Gil evenings consisted of wondering down to the Parque, and socilising witht he rest of the world drinking beer from the little shop on 'Esquina Americana' (which incidentally had useful urinal facilities tucked behind the door!) Obviously showing off ones motorbike or car was an important feature of the evening for many of the locals. This picture was taken by a Dutch chap called Ton, whose camera had just run out of batteries... fine work. 

Towards the end of the afternoon when I went Paragliding. 

Misty mountains in Santander Province. 

Mayflies dancing in the dusky light. 

It wasnt a bad spot to fly, and we were treated to a lovely sunset. 

Yet more scenery. 

This is the good ship crayon wing requesting permission to set down... 

The children went in pairs to keep the weight correct. 

Pilot and passenger. 

Grab them... pull them down! 

Snap happy. 

Up in the air it was so peaceful, just hanging there listening to the sound of the air in the rigging of the parapente. 

Landing was touchy. Sometimes a gust of wind ould whip you back up into the air, and you would have to come round and try again. 

floating on down. 

My storm trooper helmet poking out under the web that kept us up in the sky. 

coming closer to the landing spot. 

My life depepnding on these bits and pieces. 

Jeisson my pilot. In my time in San gil, I discovered many intrigues in the sleepy little San Gil involving this young man. 

The 'aerodrome' from above. 

Nice views up here floating on air... 

See the two shadows... yup a long way down! 

Suddenly I realise how difficult it would be to fu�ind my sandal if it fell offf... 

Flying up in the mountains near San Gil 

Nothing dies here.