I spy …

I know it’s been a while since my last post but to be honest I’m too fucking lazy to write down everything, especially as I have to write it in three languages. I’m more writing all the stuff in my travel journal where it’s more personal. Here I have to think thoroughly of what I can write and publish, racist jokes, dark fears, hate letters, and other things that are never meant for the public.

Also I’ve been writing a lot on my novel lately, made some really good progress. Some of you already know that but for you who don’t I’m writing a book. It’s about that guy and yeah it’s gonna be the next new hit … maybe. Some will be mentioned and just to say it has nothing to do with how much I like them or how much time we hang out together. Also there is no meaning if a certain character has that one’s name. I’m just really bad in coming up with names and I’m tired of naming all the characters Peter, Paul and Mary.

Back to track: I’m in Colombia right now, in Medellín to be more precise. For people without Netflix: this is the hometown of the most dangerous man in the world. I’m not allowed to say his name as freedom of speech is not a big thing is this country. Little hint: it’s not Hitler.

Jumping back a little bit when I was in Cuenca, Ecuador. I met this guy, Santiago, who told me he had his eyes lasered here in Colombia. It’s fucking cheap and the doctors are really good down here. At least mid-European standard. And to be honest, I played with that thought a while ago but decided against a LASIK-surgery for several reasons like price, possible side effects, etc.
Santi told me how crazy it is to not have glasses anymore. My uncle had it done quite a while ago as well and said he only regrets not having it done earlier. Interesting.
So I looked up some clinics in Colombia about eye surgery and there are shit loads. So many I didn’t know which to choose so I kind of let it go.

Couple of weeks later, I was working in Buga, a small village in the South of Colombia, and met this cute girl, Alexa, while working at the bar. She had some beers (nice way of saying she was fucking wasted) and we talked for a bit. A really nice lady. She’s a doctor, a surgeon, and told me about the medical system here in Colombia. Apparently it’s really hard and – believe it or not I’m not sure about this – some people here do everything after a surgery to fuck up your life and sue the hell out of you.
I told her about my idea of an eye surgery and how destiny wanted it to be her friend got the surgery as well a couple of weeks before. She gave me the number and address. So I went there to make an appointment, got my eyes checked and bada-boom bada-baam I had my eyes lasered. I somehow feel they are bluer now.

This year’s Halloween costume

That was last week. How am I feeling now?

Quite good actually. La doctora said it would hurt a bit afterwards but except for that one day, the second day after the surgery, it did not really hurt at all. It’s just a super-weird feeling when they put that thing on your eye balls. Side note: when the laser cuts your eyes it smells really bad, like burned plastic.

Sometimes my vision is still blurry but la doctora said that’s totally normal. According to some reviews, recovery can take up to six months. That’s pretty much the time one is not allowed to do any major extreme sports or scuba diving or those kind of things. Only good that we’re playing paintball in Pablo’s old mansion on Sunday. Sounds like heaps of fun.

The only annoying thing now is that I have to take a bunch of eye drops but in a while that will be done and and I can start my new life. Tommy 2.0.

Actually I updated to the 2.0 version when I went to language school. Those who knew before know that I went through a 180 ° change at that time. So now it will be Tommy 3.0. I feel like it needs a fancy name. I might call this update “Club Colombia” as I’m drinking this beer all the time here. Sadly it’s one of the few beers down here that you can actually drink. All the others are, like Scott said it, “agua con gas” and he was damn right.

That’s pretty much it for now. I’m trying to write more again also about the amazing land side you have down here. But yeah as mentioned before I’m fucking lazy. Plus history showed that you shouldn’t trust a German.

See y’all later.

(Ha! Did you get that? See you later … and the surgery … eyez. seeing. …. nevermind)