Hotel Mar Azul Santa Marta

... guides playing some competitive and rather heated pool. Poor Vamos is left cooking our dinner alone, and does not look at all impressed. He is very unsympathetic when there is very little dinner left for Freddie and Alberto.

It is nice to now be back in civilisation in Santa Marta, with soap and running water. When our hostel has finished doing all our washing, we will head on to the nearby national park to check out the snorkelling.

... are outstanding. As you are climbing the stairs you have to carefully watch your step as to avoid the huge red ants, lizards, geckos, frogs, centipedes, etc. And at night its totally dark. They gave adam and I one flashlight to share and the bats fly over head. I can't stop along the path, I just need to keep walking or I get a little jumpy with all the bugs/bats. We spent the first two days here laying out on the beach and swimming it the ocean. A nice little paradise.......

... was great and had loads of birds, snakes and insects- much to Claire's delight.

We were glad to get back to Santa Marta for a hot shower and just in time for the 4th of July celebrations. The hostel we stayed in was run by a mad American with a memorable and highly risky home fireworks display... All in all good fun.

... It's on the east end of the beach and one block inland. The hotel was great. It was only a dollar more than the hostel around the corner, but it had A/C, international T.V., clean towels and our own bathroom. While in Santa Marta, we ate good seafood and smoothies here. There's not much in Santa Marta. The beach is not much for swimming. At night, there are some cool bars, but the music was very loud, and I was not feeling well during my time here.

Can{t believe it took 3 days to get back, and going the same way. The group was distinctly depressed at the thought of it. Day 5 was the hardest hill of all and I grumbled along at the back wondering if it was all worth it after all. Hot, tired and covered in mosquito bites and unable to keep up I had a lonely old time at the back of the class with the long suffering guide called Beto. We had breathy ...

We arrived in San Agustin early in the morning, with only a faint idea of how to reach the farm of Cicily and Steve (Kyle's friends from home). We ate a good breakfast at the Brahma, and Fran stayed at the restaurant while Kyle set out to contact Cicily's friends in town. After an hour of searching, Kyle returned to the Brahma empty handed, only to find Fran chatting at a table with Cicily's family! As it turns out, Al and Anne (Cicily's Dad and his girlfriend ...

The road to San Augustín was one of the worst Ive ever been on in my life: six or seven hours of my seat trying its very best to audition for the part of trampoline number 2 in the bus company's annual christmas play. I dont think it got the part, but I didnt let that affect my mood as I was dumped on the side of the road and instructed to flag down a passing truck to take me the last 5km. I didnt even let the fact that the ...

After the beautiful scenery of the Coffee Region I headed South to Cali and again stayed at the hostel Calidad House where me and Mandy stayed last year... it still has good rooms and is very clean but it isn't quite as friendly as it used to be. I also took a look at another hostel nearby called Iguana and although that had more people staying it was a bit dingy in comparison. Cali is famous for its nightlife and especially its salsa so I had a good weekend drinking and dancing in the ...

Da popayan otto ore di strada sterrata, passando per il paramo , guardando i vulcani innevati fare da sfondo a distese di piante lunari. Poi discesa. San Agustin e' un paese di campesiños, con negozi e un mercato, come sempre animati e vivaci. Aria da paese di campagna, e sensazione di essere sfuggiti alla modernita', pero' sensazione incerta, dopo ogni angolo c'e' sempre un internet cafe'. Un chilometro di strada sterrata per raggiungere la casa di ...

Oh my ass hurts. I guess it's about how Alberto Granado felt when he was riding around South America with Che on their noisy 1939 Norton 500cc. Except I am here in Colombia with Anibal, a local from San Agustin. I am a passenger on his Kawasaki KB 125cc. We are driving up and down and left and right, on bumpy and dusty gravel roads in the beautiful green mountains around San Agustin. Visiting the statues and tombs at Alto de los Idolos as well as the waterfalls of Salto ...