Sadly I was rapidly leaving Colombia, faster than I had wanted, since I was simply running short on time getting back to Quito and selling the bike. I left Medellin for Salento, a little coffee finca-filled town outside of Armenia. When I arrived at Plantation House, as recommended by Pete and Carol, I knew right then I would be sucked into a few days there. Something so relaxing about the atmosphere there. It was a nice unwind to the rowdy behaviors of the hostel guests in Medellin. I'm not big on the drug scene. There is no place in my life for coke, past, present, or future.