Chapter 13: Back To Bogota

A couple of weeks later Tom was setting in a bus heading back to Bogotá. He had done the lost city trek, visited the Tayrona Park for a couple of days, attended one of the many marches of the Barranquilla carnival, and spend a couple of days in Taganga. Taganga was the best part of it, a small relaxed fisherman’s town, where everyday he could watch the sun set into the sea, while lying in a hammock at the hotel balcony; it was paradise. He was looking forward to seeing Emma; he kept in touch with her through email and phone calls, and he suggested that when he comes back, that the would hike up to the church up the hills. He was also looking forward to spending time with the kids again. What he was not looking forward to thought, was meeting Pablo again, he would have to think of a solution to that problem; either avoid Pablo or go look for him and sort out the dispute. He didn’t know what was the best course of action, he will have some more time to think about it in the bus before arriving to Bogotá; the bus trip takes around 18 hours. Then an interesting and slightly terrifying thought occurred to him; he was the person in the perfect position to use that stash of drugs in order to help the children in the orphanage. If it had been somebody associated with the orphanage, they would have never thought of selling those drugs, and if it was his friend Jim who found, he would have kept all the money to himself. He was the only person who was capable of converting those drugs into money that could help the kids; he was the person with connections to both world, that of the orphanage and that of the drugs. Through his Ian he got to know the orphanage and the kids, but Jim played an important rule as well, without him he would not have done. It was as if destiny or some higher force he did not understand wanted him to find those drugs; it chose him, because he was the right person at the right time to do the job; help those kids keep their home. Was I no more than a tool in the hand of fate, he wondered. But his he wasn’t completely convinced by these thoughts, he a had the choice to do what ever he wanted with that money and he chose to give most of it to the kids, he made the choice, not fate or destiny, or some higher force. Destiny though, may have arranged things to the point where that choice was there for him to take, I he chose to.