Tres Cruces with the Germans

We walked up to the Tres Cruces today. I didn´t make it to the top but stopped at the break in the path for the view with one of the Germans I met yesterday. While looking for a hotel, we began talking, each other the only foreigners, travelers either had see in Colombia. Fredo and Daniel, they are traveling craftsmen and wear corduroy outfits signifying their trades. One wears blue, he works in metal. The other in black, a carpenter, although his clothes are more green now. He´s been traveling for almost 2 & 1/2 years and told me today that he´s washed his pants once in that time. Yikes! We booked the same hotel but on different floors.

Last night Fredo got hit on by a woman on the street. She stopped to speak to him and them came back to ask him if he wanted to accompany her to a night club. He declined and she got down to the bottom line and propositioned him. Bold! She apparently ended up in our hotel somehow. Not sure if that´s just coincidence of just good P.I. work. Walking the streets with the Germns is quite an affair. People talk to me often enough, but with these guys it´s so much more conspicuous. The anonymity I have in NYC is gone with these fellows in their get-ups. We´re stopped by mostly everyone on the street. Everyone. But it´s nice sometimes. People are curious and interested. It´s rare to see tourists here, especially ones of such a unique variety. They assume that I´m German as well, which I´m not sure how to take, given the stereotypical image of German women.

I was talking with Fredo at the view and he mentioned that people often ask if he´s a Nazi or where his lederhousen are. It´s funny. We all get stereotyped. These guys are fun. Ages 24 & 27 roaming the world as there is work and as work is needed.