Travel Blogs from Cartagena
... were great, all had a story to tell and, for me, it helped that the common language was English otherwise I would have been stuffed. It is embarrassing that all these people can speak a minimum of one extra language and usually more (very well) and we ( I ) are very limited.
In all many beers were consumed along with 9 bottles of rum and at about 2am the inflatable started to take people back to the ship. I chose to sleep on the island in a hammock and ...
... feet are slippery as hell, all the while trying to maintain your dignity and hold your now mud filled clothing on!
Once you have successfully scaled the ladder you have then to negotiate the slippery stairs down to the bottom of the volcano, again trying to hold your clothing in place! The local people are strategicly placed at the bottom of the stairs watching the mud monsters emerge, with or without their modesty.
The local women then kindly wash you ...
... carved and utterly unique door knockers. Virtually every second story is adorned with beautiful wooden balconies, many of which are covered in blossoming vines and flowers. What really appeals to me though is the color. The city is vibrant in the truest sense of the word. Each building is either painted or washed in a different color, and you experience something new and exciting at every turn in the road. Plazas (large courtyards filled with gardens, sculptures, ...
On one of the days the Fajardo´s organised for everyone to go on a day trip to the Rosario Islands, an archipelago of about 27 small islands. Our destination was to the main island called Isla Grande. To get to these islands involved a two hour trip on a ferry from the main port of Cartagena. It was very pleasant as we sat in the front of the yacht and took in the caribbean scenery. We had an awesome day here swimming in the warm Caribbean sea and ...
... was: a totally different league. I suppose Cartagena must work with what it has though!
I arranged to meet up with Jules, the lovely Dutch girl whom I met last night in a Juan Valdez coffee shop. I went for a set lunch myself, and ordered what I thought was a nice steak with soup for starter and accompaniment of green salad. I sliced off some steak and put it in my mouth and realised it was liver. I spat it into a tissue. I ate the ...
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service