After a long drive high in the mountains, where we stop frequently to enjoy the beautiful views, we leave the main road and turn left onto a dark forest path. Leaving the asphalt behind, we bumped for about twenty minutes through the deathly quiet forest until we came to a valley. The green mountains and remote farms are so beautifully intertwined that we enjoy this sight for a moment. We continue at walking pace, passing a handful of horses and cows. We don’t have to be afraid of getting lost, there is only one road that leads to our goal: cheese dairy HolaAndes. When we get out, the fresh mountain air meets us. In the pasture, cows are grazing contentedly. We are at about 3,000 meters in altitude and nothing reminds us of the Netherlands. Except for the archetypal Dutch owner Tobias who cheerfully approaches us in his white boots. Oh yes, and of course the primal Dutch cheese made here! Over the next few hours, we get a tour of the cheese factory, have lunch with our neighbors and ask Tobias all about it. Because a twenty-something Dutchman making Gouda cheese high in the Colombian Andes: that’s pretty special.<\/p>\n
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