Hotel Mar Azul Santa Marta

... we lot power to all the controls and Jamie had to go down below and try to figure out what was wrong. The GPS, the Autopilot, the Dept meter, the chart plotter, everything. So he's like OK Em, Remember when I said you needed to learn this now because something like this could happen. I said Yeah, and he handed the wheel over to me and said Good Luck just keep it at 90 degrees I have to go down and fix the electronics. "Oh great, you're ...

... and high humidity. It is brutal!!! I do not think I have ever sweat so much in my life. While it was nice to walk in the jungle, my mind was on trying to carry my backpack and my suitcase on my back to the second beach. Well, 45 minutes later we made it to the first beach. Oh happy day. We sat down and had a fresh banana smoothie and headed off to the second beach. Now I was going to die. My suitcase can be worn on your back but it is not really good to wear it that way. So, my ...

... between Tanganga and the Lost City, cause there was not much else to do. The beach itself had trash on it and it made me sad. We arrived late in the afternoon and walked from hotel to hotel because the first one wanted 100.000 pesos for the night. Haha.<br>Found another one for about half that. With air-con.<br>Found a wonderful dinner spot that was so cheap we felt guilty. Decided to eat there in the morning before checking out about the tour to the Lost City. <br>

... tried to get my breath back. Pippa and Paul of course were fine! Eventually we arrived and it wasn{t disappointing. What an amazing place. Neat little circular bases made of stone and hundreds of windy tiny steps going off in all directions. This would have been quite a sight in it{s time. All surrounded by luscious green jungle and not another civilisation for miles around. <br><br>Our digs were pretty basic ...

We booked our Ciudad Perdida tour in Taganga with Turcol, only to be taken to the main office in Santa Marta the morning of our departure. <br> Ciudad Perdida is a set of precolombian ruins perched high in the Caribbean coastal mountains. It's a three day hike to get there and three days back. The pace is reasonable with hiking only comprising half of the day on average. Our group was small. There was me, my boyfriend, our ...

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 ...