On the final day Amilkar lets us ride in the front cab with him. He
explains that the police are "tranquillo" in the south and so will not pull us over. The cabin is pimped out. I am talking disco pimped. The seats and dash are covered with thick white fur as is the floor, and the walls are studded with jewels. After a long day
of Spanish, Jenga and discargar Amilkar puts his 1990s mix CD on. This confirms once and for all that Colombia truly is in 1994 - think mullets, track
suits leisurewear and Friends. At 7pm we arrive in Amilkar's home town, Ipiales. Amilkar
then gives us an alpaca hat and fleece blanket as he is worried we will be cold in Ecuador and Peru and then takes us to our couchsurf host by taxi. Amilkar is truly one of the most selfless and genuine people I have ever been lucky enough to meet. We both
agree we must find Jenga and get it to him on our way back up to Colombia.