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... that passengers were not recommended to chew gum during the trip. Hmmm….Maybe it really was all that bad, I began to think. However, as we boarded the boat and buckled ourselves in for the two-hour journey, it did not seem as if the trip could really be all that bad. We watched a beautiful sunrise over the crystal blue serene waters of San Andres and hoped we would simply go to sleep and wake up in island paradise. We had woken up ...
... When I originally booked the Colombia tickets it was impossible to buy plane flights to Providencia online, and when I checked closer to the time of leaving, they were all sold out. We were in a bit of a pickle. So, during our stay in Bogota Jon and I frantically tried to find a way to get to the island, especially since weŽd already booked and paid for our hotel there. After finding no luck with Colombian travel agents or the internet, we booked ...
... we had laid down pieces of paper with different things on them that we had to do. Such as have a shot, drink half your drink, take one sip and don't worry mum and dad, there was a water one as well :) it was very fun and it was just the two of us...we are such losers. We did end up listening to it all..till 4:30am but we also watched the men's tennis finals while listening to it. Good night. 26th- today was a bit of a recovery day. We slept ...
... siesta so nothing was open. Just our luck. We eventually found a seafood place, had a quick bite to eat and headed to the hostel. We stayed out of the rain for the afternoon and we decided all we would have for dinner was cereal and milk which we had luckily bought the day before. We went to the fridge and yes, just our luck, someone had drunk our milk. With now nothing to eat and no shops open as it was also a Sunday, we headed out in the rain to find SOMETHING ...
... money. In a desperate state, I approached a nice-looking woman on her motor-scooter who was just hanging out on the side of the road.
I explained the situation to her. She said se sube! (get on!)
We rode to the city center, weaving through traffic. I hopped off the bike, printed my ticket, and we zipped back to the airport with only a few minutes to spare. I emptied my pockets of bills, telling her how nice she is and handing them over to her with a grateful grin on my face.