Cali, often regarded as the second or third largest city in Colombia, is frequently listed among the top fifty most dangerous cities in Latin America. As soon as I touched down, I received a cautionary message from the consulate, which sent a slight shiver of nervousness through me. Despite this being my second visit, my first trip left me with impressions of chaos, as I only explored the bustling market center.
This time around, though, I ventured farther and discovered that Cali also boasts remarkably tidy and picturesque neighborhoods. Locals informed me that the northern and southern districts are relatively safe, while the eastern and western parts remain less secure. Interestingly, the people here exude a vibrant positivity, yet they seem content to maintain the status quo, seldom daring to push boundaries.
Something hilariously absurd happened during my stay: I hopped on a motorcycle for a 15-kilometer ride to Jamundí, all to try cholado, a local specialty. Turns out, it’s just a delightful medley of tropical fruits — undeniably tasty, but hardly worth the journey. It was my first time riding a motorcycle for such an extended distance, and the wind rushing past felt exhilarating, every strand of hair dancing freely in the breeze. The sun blazed overhead, relentless yet invigorating.
