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The Colombian Post Talk, Tell, Post - Story Telling

Story Telling

 

This happened two years ago, September, I do not remember the date but it was a Sunday. I had a recreational trip in bicycle, it was in a place called ‘El placer” near Pasto. I woke up very early that day, I had to stay in the starting point at 7 o’clock so I started my trip with my uncle at 5:30 am. We were very excited, all the trip we were talking about the event. When we arrived, we met our friends. There were about 500 riders. The race off started and everybody wanted to be the first but my team were chill mood. All the way we were laughing, telling stories and enjoying the moment, all was fine until we arrived to “Yacuanquer” (a village near Pasto). In this town, there is a way which is used by catholic people to go to “las Lajas” church, so we had to go over there. Before starting, we had “masamorra” and we came on. When we started, a friend fell down so we had to stop to help him. Then we continued with the way but another partner fell down, it was very late so the team continued and two men, my uncle and I helped her; when we fixed the bicycle, the team was so far so we started to go down very fast, some minutes later we met with the team again, I went first with other two girls, i was like a leader of the bikers group and my uncle was in the end of the team to take off people, we were passing through paths, suddenly the girls and I were alone, we were so scared because it was getting dark, we didn’t know what to do, all of a sudden we heard flutes. That situation looked like a horror film, when we ended the way a villager told us that at 6 o’clock magical beings like goblins appeared because it is near a river. It was very horrible! The team didn’t believe us.

 

 By;Duván Velasco I.E Sucre Ipiales (Nar)