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Cartagena: South American Exit. August 12. For days Marc and I have been talking about how we do not get hungover from Club Colombia beer because it is not very strong. Today was a different day. We had plans to go to Playa Blanca today, but I was too hungover and tired to be able to get out of bed at 8:30am. When I opened my eyes again it was 11am. Club Colombia cervesa finally got me. We had a...
Cartagena – One Last Ripper. August 11. Riding a boat from Cartagena to Panama though the San Blas Islands sounds like a great time. But, when you go to the meeting in the morning to find out about the crossing and there are two Aussie dudes, one old and one young, and an Aussie chick who is the girlfriend of the young one, and an older Japanese man who does not speak English at all and a gay man in...
Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City. August 10. The times they are a changing. Marc and I said goodbye to Knut today as we headed from Santa Marta to Cartagena. I liked hanging out with him. It took five and a half hours by local but to get from Santa Marta to Cartagena and then we had a tough time trying to find a hostel as the town seemed to be booked up. We lucked out...
Cartagena to Barranquilla: Murderers vs Killers. July 31. Sometimes one meets really sketchy dudes when drinking in front of a pharmacy at 3am. Tonight was no exception… Marc and I caught a bus from Cartagena to Barranquilla. I was fascinated to see what was in Barranquilla. Shakira is from here so I assumed there was a lot of talent in town. Marc and I were the only two gringos on the bus to get here. I liked that and knew...
Cartagena: Life is a Beach. July 30. I met a very pretty girl in our hostel dorm room today. She looked at me and asked me in Spanish which bed I was sleeping in. I pointed to the one beside hers. She laughed. It had been dark last night when I returned to the dorm and I found a girl on her phone and asked her to be my light while I tried to put sheets on my bed. She...
Popayán to Cartagena: Beating an Airline. July 29. This morning as Lucia went to have a shower before work, I was awakened by a couple moving into the dorm at about 8am. The pretty girl was apologetic in English rather than Spanish. A conversation between us took place. She was from Minnesota and asked me if I was an American. I told her I was from Big Beaver, Saskatchewan. She made a funny face and said, “I think I have...
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