I'm having an awesome time here in Sand Hill, but I've ventured off to a neighboring town
to sample their delicacies.
Here we are in Barichara.
This is about 15 minutes away from Sand Hill, but Sam at the hostel we're staying on, Sand
Hill, told us about this place, which they specialize in hormiga, which is ants, but
I guess the actual cuisine is hormiga di colona, culona.
I'm probably pronouncing that wrong, but I'm getting better, which means that big ass of
the ant.
So I'm not sure what to expect, but you gotta embrace cultures when you visit them.
Much of colore di hormiga's menu is prepared with local ingredients.
It's not the cheapest eating area, but it's definitely worth going to.
We're inside the kitchen of the colore di hormiga, which is the name of the restaurant.
The color of the ant, I guess, is what it means, the translation.
Take a look.
This is the chef at work.
She's cooking many things, chicken, beef, and I think it's going to be topped off with
the ants, the ant sauce.
So we're going to eat that later on, so we're excited to see how it's going to taste.
These are the ants.
I think they're fried ants.
They're the fried butts of the ants, and they're going to be sprinkling these on our meat, chicken,
and I'm not sure what else we're eating, so it's going to be a surprise.
This should be interesting.
That's the chicken, that's the beef, I have no idea what that is.
Oh, it's the tongue of the cow.
Really crunchy.
I remember when I was little, we used to take a magnifying glass, and then we used to cook
the ants, and now I'm actually eating them, so I guess I'm getting paid back for all the
ants I cook.
All right, we just wrapped up our meal at the color of the homiga.
I'm still, my stomach is a little unsettled from eating all those ants, but I survived.
So definitely you must try this meal.
I'm going to gear it up to go rafting.
I'm not sure, I think it's a class four, is what we're doing today, so it's going
to be a nice little adventure.
After a quick safety lesson, we had a little fun before we headed to the rafting.
Rafting was no joke.
We muscled through some intense waters.
In order to complete my adrenaline fix, I decided it was time to tackle my fears.
Man, we shouldn't do this.
All right, we're outside of Sand Hill, we're getting ready to go petra-penting, which means
we're going to be floating in the air for about 45 minutes, so we have to run off this
little cliff right here.
There's nothing for thousands of feet, and when I say little, I mean enormous, so my
camera crews will give me a lot of crap for that.
So anytime I say little, it really means it's that much bigger than it is, but we're
getting ready to jump off this, I'm about to crap in my pants.
I've actually done this before, but it doesn't really get easier each time.
All right, here we go.
This is it, buy my t-shirts to host a life if I don't live.
I had an amazing time in Colombia.
First we went to Baranquilla, where I spoke with the mayor, and we partied hard at Carnaval.
Then we went to Santa Marta, and found an incredible hostel run by two Americans, and
the party just continued.
The thrill-seeker in me needed a little adventure, so we set sites for Sand Hill, where we found
the first-class hostel in Sam's VIP.
We sampled the regional cuisine of the neighboring town of Barichara, and then got amped up with
rafting and paragliding.
Colombia is a country that everyone should check out.
And always remember, life is about the journey, and not the destination.
