#riohacha

[manessha545]

Riohacha, Colombia: Riohacha is a city in the Riohacha Municipality in the northern Caribbean Region of Colombia by the mouth of the Ranchería River and the Caribbean Sea. It is the capital city of the La Guajira Department. It has a sandy beach waterfront. Wikipedia

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Riohacha - Capítulo 1: lo que es pa uno, es pa uno

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Eso dice una canción que acaba de sonar en mi parlante. Es obvio, pero sirve para comenzar a contar cómo van las cosas por acá en Riohacha, mi nuevo hogar. Llevaba ya varios meses anhelando un cambio. Antes, con pintarme el pelo de otro color o cortármelo cortito era suficiente para calmar la vibra de cambio que me agarra cada tanto, pero después de la pandemia y del descubrimiento (y enamoramiento) de mi pelo canoso, esa dejó de ser una alternativa. Quizás en parte porque cuando empiezan a salir las canas, no dejan de salir, así que el cambio se vuelve algo continuo. Bueno, hasta que me quede peliblanca como mi mamá o como el silver fox de mi hermano. 

Y cuando un cambio de look no es suficiente, toca cranearse un plan más elaborado. La verdad no me acuerdo del momento en que apliqué al trabajo en La Guajira pues llevaba 50 postulaciones a trabajos de todo tipo (no les miento). De hecho, se me había olvidado haberla hecho hasta que recibí un correo de ACNUR a comienzos de octubre preguntándome si finalmente estaba interesada en la entrevista para el cargo porque no les había respondido el correo anterior invitándome. ¿Correo anterior? ¿Entrevista? ¿What!? Pues sí, casi que se me embolata en la bandeja de spam la oportunidad de venirme a vivir al lado del mar. Pero bueno, supongo que cuando las cosas tienen que darse, se dan. Y luego casi se me vuelve a embolatar cuando se le acabó la batería a mi computador durante la entrevista virtual y se apagó. En serio. De repente se puso negra la pantalla y me fui por toda la casa gritando y buscando desesperadamente el cable. A los 3 minutos reaparecí muy apenada y muerta de la risa por los nervios de haberla embarrado. Pero no, todo el panel seguía conectado. Después me contaron que habían quedado un poco perplejos porque me había desaparecido de repente y los había dejado hablando solos…. Una muestra más, quizás, de que sí es cierto que cuando algo es pa uno, es pa uno y pa nadie más.

Llegué acá el 19 de noviembre al medio día. Qué mejor hora para aterrizar en tierra caliente, ¿no? Cuando entré al hotel me dijeron que mi cuarto aun no estaba listo, que fuera y diera una vueltica o a almorzara por ahí. Atrapada en ropa bogotana y sudada como papa sabanera, salí a buscar qué comer. Me encontré un restaurante sobre la avenida primera, que hace las veces de malecón, con la bonita sorpresa de que el mesero era mudo. No lo digo sarcásticamente. En realidad me pareció lindo que una persona muda estuviera trabajando en un restaurante en Riohacha. Claro, como cachacos siempre nos imaginamos que todo lugar que supere los 20 grados centígrados es atrasado y espantoso, pero no. Me comí un lomo de cerdo asado que estaba muy rico, y mi mesero mudo, un chino como de veinte años, me atendió como una princesa. Y así comenzó mi aventura Riohachuna, con silencios amables y un calor de medio día desmedido. Mañana les cuento sobre Álvaro, el capítulo 2 de esta historia. 

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Long ago, when the world was still young, thousands of boats sailed adrift into the great ocean, like nutshells floating in a pond. The people searched for the promised land in a desperate struggle for survival. One day, they washed ashore in the chilly coastlines of a strange, distant land, and knew they had found their home.

The Cerincan Isles, known as Palkíona by its inhabitants, are an archipelago located next to the coast of a landmass extending through the southern hemisphere of a yet nameless world. Over the course of many centuries, the islands came to be inhabited by a species of intelligent, bipedal canine-like beings known as Cerinques or Palkionan Cynocephali.

The archipelago lies relatively close to both the equator and the nearest continental landmass, at a shortest possible distance of around 140 kilometers from the mainland. Its climate is subtropical in the north, and gets close to being temperate in the far south, allowing for a diverse range of biomes to coexist in the archipelago: From lush subtropical jungles to vast plains to semi-arid cold steppes, the land assumes a multitude of forms, craddling some unique species that cannot be found anywhere else.

This map illustrates the isles in a modern cartographical style similarly to earth's modern maps. For reference, the archipelago occupies roughly the same area as mainland greece, of course not taking into consideration the actual land area of each of the islands. Most of the land has a subtropical climate, except for the southernmost islands, due to their close proximity to the planet's counterpart to the tropic of capricorn, at around 23 degrees south of the equator.

This means that most of the region does not have lots intense temperature variation throughout the year. The northern reaches of the archipelago have a downright equatorial climate, easily reaching around 35 degrees Celcius during the summer, and only going slightly below that during winter. Conversely, a constant cold breeze coming from the southeast coupled with its latitude make the southern islands much colder than its northern kin. While temperature may vary between 6-20 degrees Celcius throughout the year, it will hardly go below 0 or over 25. Needless to say, seasons are not very clearly delineated in this region, with only a rough separation between "summer" and "winter" seasons, the former defined by the noticeable increase in pluviometric levels.

Speaking of which, it rains rather frequently in most of the islands. While there are some noteworthy pockets of semi-dry climates, most of Palkíona has annual pluviometric volumes ranging from 1000mm to 3500mm, with most of the rain happening during the summer months, with certain regions of the archipelago going through monsoon seasons during this period. This makes most of the Cerincan isles rather humid all year-round, especially in the north. Despite this, many historical records detailing many facts of Cerincan life and history have been preserved through countless generations, be it by the means of long-standing oral traditions, or very dilligent book keeping practices. This breadth of knowledge could eventually induce the isles' inhabitants to reinvent the history and shape of their people in the form of a cerincan nation-state, or influence a sort of cultural revolution, and countercultural movements against their colonizers.

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La investigación sobre los que desvivieron en Aguachica, Cesar, ha avanzado con importantes hallazgos que podrían llevar a la captura de los responsables.

#Riohacha #LaGuajira #masacre #Aguachica #Policía #noticiasdelmundo🌍 #news #atencion #pati #flypシ #las_noticias_de_mai #parati #colombia https://t.me/LAS_NOTICIAS_DE_MAI

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@spaceorphan18 Does that mean you’ve come back home? Don’t blame you for sleeping you had such adventures!

I am! I got home yesterday after a red eye and an ungodly layover in JFK, threw every piece of clothing in my bag into the wash, and crashed hard. I should’ve taken today off work but I had edits due and couldn’t put them off.

I need to go to the grocery store but that sounds like tomorrow RB’s problem.

But even with being this tired, I’m so glad I took the midnight flight out and got to spend an entire day exploring Bogotá.

I slept 11 hours last night, and I still feel exhausted today.

[dread3r]

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Last Chapter

Amaranta Úrsula’s shrieks, her songs of agony would break out the same at two in the afternoon on the dining-room table as at two in the morning in the pantry. “What hurts me most,” she would say, laughing, “is all the time that we wasted.” In the bewilderment of passion she watched the ants devastating the garden, sating their prehistoric hunger with the beam of the house, and she watched the torrents of living lava take over the porch again, but she bothered to fight them only when she found them in her bedroom. Aureliano abandoned the parchments, did not leave the house again, and carelessly answered the letters from the wise Catalonian. They lost their sense of reality, the notion of time, the rhythm of daily habits. They closed the doors and windows again so as not to waste time getting undressed and they walked about the house as Remedios the Beauty had wanted to do and they would roll around naked in the mud of the courtyard, and one afternoon they almost drowned as they made love in the cistern. In a short time they did more damage than the red ants: they destroyed the furniture in the parlor, in their madness they tore to shreds the hammock that had resisted the sad bivouac loves of Colonel Aureliano Buendía and they disemboweled the mattresses and emptied them on the floor as they suffocated in storms of cotton. xxx xxx

After cutting the umbilical cord, the midwife began to use a cloth to take off the blue grease that covered his body as Aureliano held up a lamp. Only when they turned him on his stomach did they see that he had something more than other men, and they leaned over to examine him. It was the tail of a pig.

They were not alarmed. Aureliano and Amaranta Úrsula were not aware of the family precedent, nor did they remember Úrsula’s frightening admonitions, and the midwife pacified them with the idea that the tail could be cut off when the child got his second teeth. Then they had no time to think about it again, because Amaranta Úrsula was bleeding in an uncontainable torrent. xxx xxx

He could not find the basket. At first he felt an outburst of joy, thinking that Amaranta Úrsula had awakened from death to take care of the child. But her corpse was a pile of stones under the blanket. Aware that when he arrived he had found the door to the bedroom open, Aureliano went across the porch which was saturated with the morning sighs of oregano and looked into the dining room, where the remnants of the birth still lay: the large pot, the bloody sheets, the jars of ashes, and the twisted umbilical cord of the child on an opened diaper on the table next to the shears and the fishline. xxx xxx

Aureliano could not move. Not because he was paralyzed by horror but because at that prodigious instant Melquíades’ final keys were revealed to him and he saw the epigraph of the parchments perfectly placed in the order of man’s time and space: The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants. xxx xxx

Only then did he discover that Amaranta Úrsula was not his sister but his aunt, and that Sir Francis Drake had attacked Riohacha only so that they could seek each other through the most intricate labyrinths of blood until they would engender the mythological animal that was to bring the line to an end. xxx xxx

Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

[otachi13]

Avianca Airbus 320 at Riohacha airport

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Riohacha y sus colores.

Ciudad que sufre por culpa de una terrible plaga llamada corrupción y un abandono total en la que está sumida, pero el cielo cada tarde le ofrece un verdadero espectáculo con los hermosos atardeceres que le brinda para que olvide un rato las penas que ha cargado durante años.

[manessha545]

Identity, Heritage Monuments, Riohacha, Colombia: Sculpture by the artist Yino Marques, made of bronze, concrete and galvanized iron; It is an emblematic work in the municipality of Riohacha. With this majestic work called identity, it is possible to describe the tradition of the department of La Guajira, being today one of the main attractions of the first Avenue of South America. Identidad Monument, was erected in 2010... Riohacha is a city in the Riohacha Municipality in the northern Caribbean Region of Colombia. Wikipedia

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Kòrsou ta risibí delegashon for di La Guajira, Colombia pa fortifiká kooperashon regional / Curaçao ontvangt delegatie uit La Guajira, Colombia ter versterking van regionale samenwerking

Desaroyo Ekonómiko Kòrsou ta risibí delegashon for di La Guajira, Colombia pa fortifiká kooperashon regional Publiká riba 16 Mei 2025 Resientemente, un delegashon di e Sektor di Kolaborashon Ekónomiko Internashonal di Ministerio di Desaroyo Ekonómiko (MEO) a realisá un bishita di trabou na Colombia, spesífikamente na e siudatnan di Bogotá i Riohacha. E bishita aki tabata den kuadro di evaluashon…

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Riohacha, La Guajira, el presidente de Haití, Leslie Voltaire, y el presidente petro se reunen

#Colombia #Caribe #Haití #pati #flypシ #parati #news #noticiasdelmundo🌍 #las_noticias_de_mai #petro #haiti #riohacha #laguajira #gustavopetro #diplomacia

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Pareja venezolana baleada frente a sus hijos en Colombia

Un trágico hecho de violencia estremeció la ciudad de Riohacha, en Colombia, donde una pareja de nacionalidad venezolana fue atacada a balazos dentro de su propia vivienda y ante la mirada atónita de sus cuatro hijos menores de edad. El saldo fue devastador: el hombre falleció en el sitio y la mujer quedó gravemente herida. El hecho ocurrió en la carrera 7H con calle 70, en el barrio Dividivi,…

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Κολομβία: Σουρεαλιστική ληστεία αεροδρομίου – «Ορδές» ανθρώπων μαζεύουν χρήματα από τον δρόμο

Οι 12 ληστές μπήκαν στον αεροδιάδρομο και λήστεψαν θωρακισμένο φορτηγό που φόρτωνε χρήματα σε αεροπλάνο με προορισμό την πρωτεύουσα Απρόσμενη τροπή πήρε η ληστεία σε αεροδρόμιο της Κολομβίας. Συμμορία ληστών εισέβαλε στον διάδρομο προσγείωσης στο Διεθνές Αεροδρόμιο Almirante Padilla στην πόλη Riohacha χθες, όπου φορτώνονταν τσάντες με μετρητά σε μια πτήση από ένα θωρακισμένο φορτηγό με προορισμό…

[otachi13]

Riohacha, La Guajira- Colombia

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Susana Basto (Riohacha, 1980) Vive y trabaja en Riohacha

Desolación Hídrica Arena y baldes intervenidos 2014

Obra presente en el 18 Salón Regional de Artistas Región Caribe