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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... rooms, and it was fine to learn at the salsa studio, but a bit of a pity we didn't get to meet many of the other students until my last day when we all went to an island together. I had signed up for group lessons but there was only one other student in my class, Mara, so it was almost like having private lessons. Our teacher was a lovely guy called Ray. The week passed incredibly quickly, with language in the morning followed by dance lessons in the afternoon ...
... chockers and we haven't seen any real bargains to spend unnecessarily. We continue to walk along the Main Street of Bocagrande and it's just like any real city with streets lined with cafes, markets and restaurants and every now and again there's a little shopping mall along the way. We go in and out of each one but we are both really struggling for energy after the run and long walk and notice Juan Valdez coffee at a cafe. Having read somewhere this is a nice ...
... Cartagena. She explained to us that the name of our hostel, la Quemada, is the Spanish word for burnt, which we all thought was hilarious due to the exploding fan the previous day. We enjoyed watching and listening to some local Caribbean street performers in the park prior to a new years dinner within the walled city with a few glasses of wine. From here we strolled to Getsemani, a poorer neighbourhood just outside the centre before heading back to ...
... said they did. Because we had to wait around for about an hour as someone went to and from the store a half dozen times buying the wrong things. And then only buying one net. The Mosquitos are a bit of an issue. I have a dozen bites on my legs and feet and I don't remember getting them. They are sneaky little buggers and they don't seem to care if you have repellent with deet on or not. And man are they itchy!! Today also marked the day I had start taking my ...
... There is no way to "really know" somebody in the span of a day, or a week, or even 20 years. I came to know Luke better by the end of the time in Medellín than I had at the start, when I saw a different side of him on the way to the bus station. Just that hour-long trip made me realize how stupid I was being, judging someone like that. What was left of my contempt for him was replaced by a sense of respect. It was respect for him as a person, but also respect for what ...