Written by CaptainChaos on 18 Feb, 2001
Just outside of town in the Northern Suburbs is a great nightclub. I believe the name is Caliente. The club is half indoors, under a thatched roof, and half open to the sky. A really nice place to dance, and it seems like everyone in…Read More
Just outside of town in the Northern Suburbs is a great nightclub. I believe the name is Caliente. The club is half indoors, under a thatched roof, and half open to the sky. A really nice place to dance, and it seems like everyone in Cali knows how to, very well.
It is important to note that the women of Cali are renowned the world over for their beauty. It is so true. Every woman in this town between 15 and 50 is a knee-quivering beauty. It is gut-wrenching.
But every other weekend, this club does a rave night. It's set up by one of the cartel guys, so he blows a lot of his cash, and flies in DJ's from around the world (London and Tokyo the night I was there). And then various forms of extra entertainment, like bumper cars, or a jungle gym.
I got a real treat as he had brought in an entire circus the night I visited. A highwire act was going back and forth across the outside dance floor. Clowns, midgets and stilt walkers strutted between the pulsating dancers. Hanging from the rafters were nearly naked men and women dancing on their swings.
The highlight came when the lions came out! There were no protective cages between the crowd and the lions. The trainer just guided them through the crowd with his whip, bringing them full-circle to some pedestals where they climbed up and roared. The crowd went wild. We surrounded them as he made them do all the standard hoop tricks.
The crowd was enthralled. Bottles of rum were handed around one way and joints the other. The whole time the people were still riding their bikes above us on the highwire, and the music was still pumping, the bass going up our spines.
After that some fire dancers came out, and the crowd wandered off. I stayed behind to check out the lions. I looked at them, and then got closer. The big male lion just snorted at me. So I went behind him. He was huge, maybe 6 or 700 pounds and golden. I reached out and tentatively touched him. No reaction, so I just stepped up and started petting him, and stroking his mane!
Then he did the most extraordinary thing. He purred. I was completely ecstatic. The music was pulsing through me, the lion was purring beneath my hand and I was in Colombia.
After the trainer shooed me away, and took the lions back to their cages, I climbed up onto one of their large pedestals to mull over what had just happened and to check out the crowd. Soon I was surrounded by about 15 heavily armed men. They were the private army of the cartel guy who was running this rave. he sat down on a bench next to me, and started choosing girls out of the crowd. He was giving them orange popsicles. He looked up and offered me one too.
I was very happy, licking my popsicle in the middle of all this madness.
Written by jpickle on 22 Apr, 2007
hi,just got back from my vacation to Cali, Colombia. I was only there for a week during their Semana Santa holiday (Easter break). My friend had to work a few days while I was there, so she hooked me up and called a…Read More
hi,just got back from my vacation to Cali, Colombia. I was only there for a week during their Semana Santa holiday (Easter break). My friend had to work a few days while I was there, so she hooked me up and called a reputable tourist company and told them I wanted a tour of the city. It was a good deal: US$25 for a three-hour tour. The tour guide's name was Gerardo. He spoke English very well because he lived in Toronto, New York, and Montreal for a bunch of years of his life. He's a big baseball fan and we talked about sports and life. He brought me to San Antonio where he took me to some museums where I met an artist named Luis Botero. He has some pretty cool artwork and has been working professionally for seven years now. We drove and walked around San Antonio, saw their municipality building, visited some nifty pottery/gift shops, went to a restaurant called El Zaguan de San Antonio and had a yummy jugo lugo (natural fruit) drink. It started raining pretty hard and traffic up there was starting to get crazy so we left and made our way back to the hotel. Gerardo is an extremely nice guy with a lot of info on Cali's history. I'd recommend him to anyone: comfort car servicesGerardo Osoriocellphone: 312-248-1795work: 310-427-3119 or 310-514-5311I went to this salsa bar called Parque del Perro and was drinking beer and screwdrivers. We ordered a huge plate of food which the menu said was enough for four people but I'm guessing it was more like eight, it was massive. It's not a big place but it was lively, with lots of people dancing and drinking. The next day we went to Taku, a petting zoo, with cows, horses, and chickens. We fed and petted a lot of animals and even milked a cow. I had trouble milking the cow.While there, we watched a Colombian coffee dance, ate some chicken and fried banana, hopped on some horses and did a little ride. My horse looked a little startled and worried when he first saw me and I could have sworn he groaned when I first hopped on. My friend just kept laughing at me when I was trying to get on, maybe because it looked like I was bigger than my horse. It had been a while since I rode and I couldn't remember how to stop. I could turn left, fine; turn right, fine, speed up and slow down OK, I just couldn't stop. If it wasn't for my horse having back problems, I'd still be on that horse right now.I was warned to wear some pants the day before but, of course, i I forgot and wore shorts. I think I count around 15 mosquito bites on my legs. They itch like hell but is the best feeling whenever I scratch.We went to Calima Lake the next day and made a few stops to San Antonio church, to a statue of the founder of Cali, Sebastian de Belacazar, then to Parque del Gato to check out the cat statues. we stopped off at a place called, Quilometro 18, to try some soup and arepa, sort of like corn bread with cheese. Apparently, with my accent when trying to say "arepa" makes it sound like I'm saying aomething much different in spanish, no wonder the staff kept smiling at me.We made it to Calima Lake, and it was just a huge party. There were so many people, a lot of concession stands and activities, banana boats, jet skiing, speed boats etc. We chowed down on some grilled corn on the cob and bought some tickets for a banana boat. I can't swim but figured I'd be OK with the life jacket. I threw all my stuff into the car and we waited for our turn. When it comes up, my friend was joking about the banana boat and it's a ride in the speed boat. I think she got a kick out of seeing the horror in my eyes when thinking about swimming. Evil! Well, the joke was on her because she wanted me to take pics while we were skimming the water and I told her my camera was in the car. We decided to head back and the traffic out of there was crazy. We stopped by a place and had some Colombian-style samosas which were so were good. Then, we went to Pizza al Paso for dinner. I created my own pizza and randomly picked items because I had no idea what they were. In the end, I had cranberries in there and it was good. I swear, cranberries will be the new pineapple for pizza. The other days were spent meeting my friend's friends and pretty much just eating. It was a great time and I look forward to going back again soon, possibly this December during their Feria de Cali fesitval. Senor Ken. Close