I loved the second day of the carnival. Jorge's aunt woke us up before 11 am and we went to the city centre with all Jorge's family, buying cariocas and flour on the way. I couldn't sleep at night because of the cold - in Colombia nobody hits up the houses so the cold gets in your bones.
That day of the carnival was a "flour day" - everyone buys it and throws at each other. It was a real flour war. The weather was beautiful, it was warm and we were fighting like children (in the picture with our enemy team). Sunglasses were a must on that day.
We stayed all day out and at night we met some people from Couch Surfing Cali. We went to a great salsa club where we did a lot of dancing, still covered in flour.
Yesterday in the morning we took a comfortable bus back to Cali. There was a Cuy festival in Pasto on Friday ("cuy" are guinea pigs, they eat them in this part of the country, like in Ecuador) but we didn't stay.
We arrived home late at night.