Anna- bless her heart- agreed to modify our plan and to stay in Medellin an extra day to do the Pablo Escobar tour offered by the hostel. I had read the book Killing Pablo, by Mark Bowden earlier this year and was interested to tie what I had read about Pablo Escobar with my visit in his hometown.
We went got picked up with a bunch of other tourists in a hot van without air-condition and drove Pablo Escobar’s family grave.
After visiting the memorial, we went to the house were Pablo was shot by the police.
Then, we went to his brother, Roberto’s house. There we heard stories about Pablo and saw artifacts from his glory days, including him and his brother’s first car, his motorcycle and a truck given to him by the Cali drug cartel, which had a bullethole in it from when Pablo ran a police checkpoint. We also got to see bullet holes in the house from when the police tried to raid his house in order to catch Pablo.
After dinner that night with some travelers from the hostel, Anna and I boarded an overnight bus to Cali, Colombia. My seat would recline, unfortunately because it was broken. However, I was able to fix it after tinkering with it for awhile and I was finally able to recline for a triumphant slumber.
Our bus had cockroaches in it, but I didn’t tell her because I knew it would freak her out.