I went from Bogota to Monteria by plane and from there traveled by car to Carepa, Antioquia.  After a little bit over an hour into the car ride from Monteria, I could witness the Caribbean Sea.  A few hours later into the trip the entire landscape turned green. I could no longer catch sight of the sea.  The whole territory was covered by a green wall .  For over an hour the landscape did not change (A territory composed only of banana plantations).   It wasn’t until I reached Apartadó that I became aware of traces of architecture and people.   Early the next day I arrived to the village of Piedras Blancas. After crossing through several barbed wire fences,  finally arrived in the morning at Piedras Blancas.  Again the whole landscape had changed to a wide territory crossed by streams and some trees  (Humans are often noisy, especially when communicating with each other, that characteristic doesn’t leave much room for listening. However here, all noises are above humans) . It was a silent land, a natural lonely landscape, that despite its beauty it did not have a feeling of calmness.  Until then I had never seen anything so beautiful, at the same time, I had never been so confused.  A series of contradictions captivated me, but the soundscape that it housed did not allow me to concentrate, however, the sound seemed to be the only coherent answer to that beautiful place filled with contradictions.

I went from Bogota to Monteria by plane and from there traveled by car to Carepa, Antioquia.  After a little bit over an hour into the car ride from Monteria, I could witness the Caribbean Sea.  A few hours later into the trip the entire landscape turned green. I could no longer catch sight of the sea.  The whole territory was covered by a green wall .  For over an hour the landscape did not change (A territory composed only of banana plantations).   It wasn’t until I reached Apartadó that I became aware of traces of architecture and people. 

Early the next day I arrived to the village of Piedras Blancas. After crossing through several barbed wire fences,  finally arrived in the morning at Piedras Blancas.  Again the whole landscape had changed to a wide territory crossed by streams and some trees (Humans are often noisy, especially when communicating with each other, that characteristic doesn’t leave much room for listening. However here, all noises are above humans). It was a silent land, a natural lonely landscape, that despite its beauty it did not have a feeling of calmness.  Until then I had never seen anything so beautiful, at the same time, I had never been so confused.  A series of contradictions captivated me, but the soundscape that it housed did not allow me to concentrate, however, the sound seemed to be the only coherent answer to that beautiful place filled with contradictions.