Vintage Colombian

[red rider]

Finca 1

Finca 1

Finca 1 has many interesting details like this cool outdoor kitchen.

Both the main house and the guest house have modern kitchens but for BBQ outdoors is the ticket.

I don’t think they’ve used this kitchen for a while but everything is functional.

Got the grill ready.

It’s looking more and more like this will be the location for the first grow (god willing) this year.



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[bigherb]

La Finca La Parrilla Reds and Golds equals paradise

The outdoor kitchen got me sold , family good food and top smoke . What more can a man ask for . I hope this is the one


Best wishes

1luvbigherb

 

[armedoldhippy]

looks like heaven on earth, Red...

 

[purple_man]

ow shizzle, that outdoor kitchen looks great, whats nicer then doing some gardening, taking a shower and firing up the grill, especially in a tropical area MUHAHAHAHA

blesss

 

[Rinse]

La Finca La Parrilla Reds and Golds equals paradise

The outdoor kitchen got me sold , family good food and top smoke . What more can a man ask for . I hope this is the one


Best wishes

1luvbigherb

I like this one too, cant beat having bbq's while watching the plants grow, and the leftover ash is great for flowering plants.

 

[red rider]

The easy life

The easy life

Here’s a few more pictures from Finca #1. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am going to grow a few plants here but not many.

Looking toward the west


This Finca is a nice place to stay at but it’s really not remote enough to grow a lot of plants without drawing attention.

Chickens, turkeys, doves, ducks and peacocks everywhere


I want to grow out hundreds of plants without worrying about nosey neighbors and this Finca is surrounded by people.

There's a little cabin just for sleeping it has no plumbing but very comfortable. (Notice the fog)


Not only that but it’s not the ideal climate I want, not enough sunny days and a bit humid.

It's really a small farm but lots of up keep.

Birds everywhere!


But I think this Finca will do well with a small amount of “special” verities of mold resistant plants.


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[harold]

that's a beautiful place you have there!...

makes me want to emigrate, I hate the uk!

 

[red rider]

Edwardo Santos Gold

Edwardo Santos Gold

Edwardo Santos Gold


Here is some Santa Marta Gold grown out in the barrio of Edwardo Santos in Bogota. Took almost nine months from a clone to finish but produced some of the finest Gold yet. Much sweeter and aromatic than the seeded bud from which it came but still maintaining that incense soap smell.

Currently only available in Colombia



Three months cure brought out the taste and effect to perfection. This is what Colombian grown and handled right looks and the potency is as expected.


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[harold]

goes to show that the best weed doesn't always have the best bag appeal

 

[Sforza]

Great looking spot to grow herb, Red. The casa is even red. The outdoor kitchen is really nice.

It looks cloudy like it was most of the time when I was in Bogota, so I presume it is fairly close to Bogota?

 

[Sforza]

LOL you tell him. Judgmental gringo junky. BTW if you don't think broken bottles on the top of a wall is common deterrent in poorer countries you haven't spent any time there.

Also, an american bill won't become brittle and dry from being buried. Go home and try another version. You either are exaggerating or completely FOS.

OK, perhaps I was never there. How do you explain the picture of me standing in front of the Colombian airplane at the Barenquilla airport or the picture of me standing in front of the Colombian troops in Santa Marta?

And perhaps in theory an American fifty dollar bill does not become brittle, but in practice, in the dry soil I buried that bill, it did.

That seems a silly thing to quibble over. If I were reading my story I would be more skeptical about a guy not eating a damn thing for ten days straight, but I can say, that is the way the deal went down.

 

[pinkus]

I did mention the possibility of exaggeration...which actually extends to the whole story. Either way it's rife with the ear marks of a tall tale. The bill one easier to poke holes in because you can check it with a $1 bill. I am sure you were there, not sure of your perceptions or how you related them... On the other hand all of my Colombian friends will relate the thought that God made the most beautiful land in the world and to even things out he put the cruelest people.

Humans are almost as good as dogs at sensing fear and it will make you the mark if you are putting that off. From another angle, you were there trying to score dope and take advantage of the "poor natives". I'm glad you made it back to where you feel comfortable.




Love the thread and miss the weed.

 

[red rider]

Mas Finca #1

Mas Finca #1

Although this finca is for sale it does not belong to me in anyway and I don't live there. I have stayed there a few times as my friend the owner has the place set up kind of like a bed & breakfast type place. Plants seem to thrive through out the entire valley, it's lush with tropical vegetation everywhere.

Don't let the camera angel fool you, this is a steep incline. Entrance driveway.

This is a view right off the main walkway, you can see the road to Bogota. Lots of traffic.

Some odd catholic shrines in different locations throughout the property.

Lots of running water on the finca, not sure about how clean it is.

I could see this field a rainbow of red, gold, green and black.


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[Sforza]

"Most blond haired blued eyed gringo whore mongering drug addicts get kidnapped or simply murdered out of stupidity. You’re a lucky guy."

Well, like I said, my life is like a movie and being the star of my own movie, the star never gets kidnapped or murdered. I am in fact a very lucky guy. Why exactly I have been permitted to enjoy life so much whilst those around me are dropping like flies and/or getting arrested and spending years in hellish prisons, is a mystery.

Perhaps I have been so lucky because I am not a stupid guy. I am a very intelligent guy, as a multitude of IQ tests, SAT, GMAT, and LSAT tests have shown over the years. And I rocked the GMAT and LSAT tests after years of hard core rum drinking, coke snorting, and ganja puffing, so that puts to rest the theory that doing those things will make you stupid.

I was wild and crazy when I was young, it is true. But I take issue with your calling me a junkie. Never was a junkie. Never was an addict to anything. As I wrote, I did one speedball one time. I wanted to try it for the experience. With brand new syringes from the Farmacia and morphine sealed in a glass vial, it seemed like a good opportunity to give it a try and I am glad I did. My buddy had spent some time living down in Miami and had shot up heroin for a while, so he knew what he was doing. As it turns out, he has Hep C now and is trying to get on the program with the new drug Gilead developed called Sovaldi. I don't have Hep C and I know that to be true because I had myself tested.

The only other experiences I had with opiates was getting picked by a Vietnam Vet back around 1974 when I was hitchhiking. I turned him onto a bowl of some Afghan hash I had. He turned me onto a bowl of some heroin powder coated grass. I got high as shit and as soon as I got to my room I went to sleep for a few hours. Another time while I was in Negril a guy from New York City turned me onto a gob of black tar opium. I dissolved the opium in a little overproof rum, then I soaked a spliff in the rum and opium mixture. I set the soaked spliff on a stump in the sun for a few hours and it dried up nicely. I got high as hell from smoking that spliff.

I drank a lot when I was young, but I never really liked drinking much. Like coke, it was part of the party scene and I enjoyed the nightlife, particularly the women.

I don't have an additive personality. I rarely drink now, but I can have a drink and stop at one or I can have a few drinks at a social occasion, but then I go right back to not drinking for months.

My favorite drug is ganja, but even after smoking heavily for many years, I was able to stop completely without any problems, when I needed to pass a drug test for a job. My second favorite drug is coffee. I never liked coffee until one morning in Santa Marta the pension I was staying at had cafe con leche and warm rolls for breakfast. It was about fifty percent Colombian coffee and fifty percent hot milk. Delicious! I have been drinking coffee ever since, but I have never had better coffee than that morning.

As far as being a whore monger, well I did consort with whores while in Colombia, I will grant you that. But I believe in the saying, when in Rome, do as the Romans.

And whores and whore houses are definitely a big part of the fabric of Colombian culture. I found out that really whores are people too. After dealing with them and spending time with them, I came to the conclusion that whores in Colombia were pretty much the same as the girls I ran around with in the States.

Did you know that Nobel Prize winning Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez, who wrote One Hundred Years of Solitude "loved whores"? http://www.theparisreview.org/misce...of-gabriel-garcia-marquez-silvana-paternostro

I once read a short story written by García Márquez that took place in a Barranquilla whorehouse and damned if it did not sound familiar.

I don't know why you would want to go all negative and call me names. I was not trying to put you or Colombia down. I appreciate your pictures of the country and of the buds. I have a lot of great memories of the country. But my experiences are my experiences. A tiger does not change his stripes.

I never said the the Colombia of today was the same as the Colombia of 40 years ago. Nothing today is the same as it was forty years ago. But Colombia has a very long history of violence and crime. They are wonderful pickpockets. They are master criminals.

It is not as if I don't have any experience in other countries to compare Colombia to. I spent a lot of time in Jamaica before ever going to Colombia, and the Jamaicans are just as likely to be criminals as are the Colombians, but the Colombians go about their crimes with a lot more energy and cunning. I have spent a good amount of time in Peru and Bolivia and found much less crime in those countries.

 

[Sforza]

I did mention the possibility of exaggeration...which actually extends to the whole story. Either way it's rife with the ear marks of a tall tale. The bill one easier to poke holes in because you can check it with a $1 bill. I am sure you were there, not sure of your perceptions or how you related them... On the other hand all of my Colombian friends will relate the thought that God made the most beautiful land in the world and to even things out he put the cruelest people.

Humans are almost as good as dogs at sensing fear and it will make you the mark if you are putting that off. From another angle, you were there trying to score dope and take advantage of the "poor natives". I'm glad you made it back to where you feel comfortable.




Love the thread and miss the weed.

I felt comfortable in Colombia and Jamaica and Santa Cruz, Bolivia, and Lima, Peru, and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and Toronto Canada, and Caracas, and a whole lot of other places in between. I lived by my wits and I enjoyed traveling to new places. I was in really good shape when I went to live in Taganga and I planned on spending my time there paddling a canoe, diving, and fishing and eating only fish and fresh fruits and vegetables. Instead of getting into even better shape, I damn near died. I sure as hell was a damn site more comfortable once I got in a nice bed. I don't know what I had, perhaps dengue fever, but I did not have a rash, so maybe not. But it was a hell of a disease.

Obviously I didn't think burying that fifty in the sand was going to make the bill brittle, or I would not have buried it there. I would have hid it somewhere else. The bill was not in terrible shape. I was surprised when the bank would not change it for me. But you have to remember that among other things, the Colombians are master counterfeiters. The bank clerk was not going to take any chances on a bill that looked and felt slightly off. The guys who I ran into on the street changed the bill for me with no problems because they knew me and knew that I was not into counterfeiting and they knew that they wouldn't have any trouble spending the bill when they got back to the States.

If you don't choose to believe my little story, so be it, but that is the way it went down.

 

[eatUR<3out]

That's some life story!
But, just to clarify, why are the females you partied with in Columbia "whores", and the females you partied with in the US are "women"? Is it a nationality thing, or a monetary thing? Cause it sounds like all the women you were with in that story were prostitutes, no matter the country.

 

[eatUR<3out]

Actually, you reffered to american women as girls, but either way, you differentiated them and columbian whores, just wondering why...

 

[red rider]

"Most blond haired blued eyed gringo whore mongering drug addicts get kidnapped or simply murdered out of stupidity. You’re a lucky guy."

Well, like I said, my life is like a movie and being the star of my own movie, the star never gets kidnapped or murdered. I am in fact a very lucky guy. Why exactly I have been permitted to enjoy life so much whilst those around me are dropping like flies and/or getting arrested and spending years in hellish prisons, is a mystery.

Perhaps I have been so lucky because I am not a stupid guy. I am a very intelligent guy, as a multitude of IQ tests, SAT, GMAT, and LSAT tests have shown over the years. And I rocked the GMAT and LSAT tests after years of hard core rum drinking, coke snorting, and ganja puffing, so that puts to rest the theory that doing those things will make you stupid.

I was wild and crazy when I was young, it is true. But I take issue with your calling me a junkie. Never was a junkie. Never was an addict to anything. As I wrote, I did one speedball one time. I wanted to try it for the experience. With brand new syringes from the Farmacia and morphine sealed in a glass vial, it seemed like a good opportunity to give it a try and I am glad I did. My buddy had spent some time living down in Miami and had shot up heroin for a while, so he knew what he was doing. As it turns out, he has Hep C now and is trying to get on the program with the new drug Gilead developed called Sovaldi. I don't have Hep C and I know that to be true because I had myself tested.

The only other experiences I had with opiates was getting picked by a Vietnam Vet back around 1974 when I was hitchhiking. I turned him onto a bowl of some Afghan hash I had. He turned me onto a bowl of some heroin powder coated grass. I got high as shit and as soon as I got to my room I went to sleep for a few hours. Another time while I was in Negril a guy from New York City turned me onto a gob of black tar opium. I dissolved the opium in a little overproof rum, then I soaked a spliff in the rum and opium mixture. I set the soaked spliff on a stump in the sun for a few hours and it dried up nicely. I got high as hell from smoking that spliff.

I drank a lot when I was young, but I never really liked drinking much. Like coke, it was part of the party scene and I enjoyed the nightlife, particularly the women.

I don't have an additive personality. I rarely drink now, but I can have a drink and stop at one or I can have a few drinks at a social occasion, but then I go right back to not drinking for months.

My favorite drug is ganja, but even after smoking heavily for many years, I was able to stop completely without any problems, when I needed to pass a drug test for a job. My second favorite drug is coffee. I never liked coffee until one morning in Santa Marta the pension I was staying at had cafe con leche and warm rolls for breakfast. It was about fifty percent Colombian coffee and fifty percent hot milk. Delicious! I have been drinking coffee ever since, but I have never had better coffee than that morning.

As far as being a whore monger, well I did consort with whores while in Colombia, I will grant you that. But I believe in the saying, when in Rome, do as the Romans.

And whores and whore houses are definitely a big part of the fabric of Colombian culture. I found out that really whores are people too. After dealing with them and spending time with them, I came to the conclusion that whores in Colombia were pretty much the same as the girls I ran around with in the States.

Did you know that Nobel Prize winning Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez, who wrote One Hundred Years of Solitude "loved whores"? http://www.theparisreview.org/misce...of-gabriel-garcia-marquez-silvana-paternostro

I once read a short story written by García Márquez that took place in a Barranquilla whorehouse and damned if it did not sound familiar.

I don't know why you would want to go all negative and call me names. I was not trying to put you or Colombia down. I appreciate your pictures of the country and of the buds. I have a lot of great memories of the country. But my experiences are my experiences. A tiger does not change his stripes.

I never said the the Colombia of today was the same as the Colombia of 40 years ago. Nothing today is the same as it was forty years ago. But Colombia has a very long history of violence and crime. They are wonderful pickpockets. They are master criminals.

It is not as if I don't have any experience in other countries to compare Colombia to. I spent a lot of time in Jamaica before ever going to Colombia, and the Jamaicans are just as likely to be criminals as are the Colombians, but the Colombians go about their crimes with a lot more energy and cunning. I have spent a good amount of time in Peru and Bolivia and found much less crime in those countries.

Yeah man I'm just a little defensive of how "Colombians" are perceived. See I'm kind of on the other side of the fence now, living here so long and being a part of a Colombian family. What I see now is how foreigners are perceived by Colombians. But hey man that was 40 some odd years ago and we were all different humans then. Me personally I don't associate with or know any Colombians, family, friends or business associates that use the prostitutes that are available here. Maybe times have changed but the folks I know here think the men that resort to prostitutes are desperate or lacking in some way, almost like a child molester. It's really looked down upon and certainly not information to share with others. The Colombian people I know are hard working, honest dedicated, loyal people, now the "street" people here will rip you off in a heartbeat but I don't know them. Funny thing is I never associated with whores or needles (hard drugs) ever, here or anywhere else for that matter. Just not my thing but to each his own.

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[Sforza]

Colombia was a very dangerous country and not safe for visitors. That was the past and now Colombia is as secure as any place in the world.

It is a lot safer than it was, but it still has the tenth highest murder rate in the world. It is a beautiful country, but it is not Switzerland when it comes to safety and security.

 

[Sforza]

That's some life story!
But, just to clarify, why are the females you partied with in Columbia "whores", and the females you partied with in the US are "women"? Is it a nationality thing, or a monetary thing? Cause it sounds like all the women you were with in that story were prostitutes, no matter the country.

That would be because the females that I partied with in Colombia made a living by selling sex and the females I partied with in the States did not. Actually, women who sell sex in Colombia are called putas.

The Canadian women were not prostitutes. The one I had sex with did not charge me in either Colombia or Montreal. The Canadians were down in Colombia to get high and avoid the cold weather, just like me and my buddy.

You might want to look up the definition of prostitution, since you don't seem to grasp the concept.