13/07/2009
The following day I set off towards playa blanca, yet another gorgeous caribbean beach. I was told: "You're better off taking the boat there. It's too complicated getting there by land."
You can already imagine how I went. :) Indeed, the ride was a bit difficult, but definitely worth it. I put my hammock on my shoulder, which I transformed into a bag by putting all my food and drink in it, and set off.
First part of the journey was in a bus, which left me at the toll booths.
Second part was again in a bus. A bus so full I actually had to do the whole ride hanging with my "bag" on the outside of the door, with just four fingers and a foot on the inside (no, it wasn't going slowly AT ALL).
Third part was in a shipwreck of a naval construction with which I had to cross the artificial channel that the spanish had opened during their conquering years (yes, I know, you don't give a crap).
And fourth and final part, the motorcycle of horror. A crappy little motorcycle, ridden at its limits on a nasty dirt road, full of gravel and mud. I practically shit myself on the way there, but made it in one piece.
So here I am, once again, in a caribbean dreamy image. Clear white sand, turquoise water and hammocks all over the place. I stayed there for three days, two of which I spent with the guys I was traveling in Tayrona with, who happened to show up out of nowhere. It was a truly beautiful beach, although after having seen the beaches of Tayrona, it did not impress me much. Nevertheless, it does have its character and when I found out that this is where "Pirates of the Caribbean" was filmed, I appreciated it even more. :)
On sunday I went back to Cartagena, intending to get to Medellin. Did I? Nope! Because two girls I had met in my hostel convinced me to stick around one more night until the following morning that they had to catch their flight outta there. Truth is, I had no real reason to be in a hurry and when we started coming up with ideas on how to spend the night (one of which was to attempt to dye S.'s hair), I was fully convinced.
The next evening I finally made my way out of Cartagena, leaving the Caribbean behind me for an undetermined amount of time.
Μ.
10/07/2009
Last stop on the caribbean beaches was Cartagena where, truth be told, I had no idea neither what to expect, nor how long I'd stay.
Cartagena is Colombia's most touristy city. There are people who fly from whichever place of the world to Bogota and from there immediately take a flight to Cartagena. Of course, that comes with the usual consequenses: sky-high prices, lots of tourist shops, alteration of the original lifestyle, WAY too many vendors per square meter that will bust your balls trying to sell you stuff and a high number of tourists, just enough to forget at times that you are actually in Colombia.
My hostel (yes, I stayed in a hostel. The only city in Colombia where I did not manage to get a couch to surf) was very central and the street in front of it full of prostitutes. 
Next to them one can observe the dudes that are checking people out, trying to sell all sorts of drugs to the tourists, or at least save them from the trouble of needing to carry their wallet or camera all the way back to their hostel. And still, everyone kept telling me what a safe area this is. Sure... You can say whatever you want, but I'll keep listening to my instincts if that's ok with you.
I also tried paying a visit to the bars around the area, but they were all ridiculously expensive.
So, keeping all this in mind, I got bored of this place by day three.
As an attempt to escape, I paid a visit to volcano Zargaboo (can't remember what it's called). Nothing extraordinary, but the highlight of the visit was the hot mud bath that we tried out. One hell of an experience! You step inside a semi-solid substance, inside of which it is impossible to sink and the sensation it gives on the skin is incredible. 
And as if that was not enough, there are these guys inside the pool that massage you at the same time. They rub you (I don't wanna hear any idiotic comments!), you chill for a while and then you get out. 
Don't think that the experience ends there. Noooooooo nonononono. Afterwards, you are shown towards the -greener than anything and filthy as hell- river just behind the mud bath, where an old woman grabs you and washes you from head to toe. At some point in fact, she says to me: "Take it all off."! What?? Whoa there, wait a minute my dear... Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink first, ask me about my life?
From the beginning till the end, the trip to the volcano was a crazy experience, during which I did not stop laughing. Was definitely a good excuse for me to still be in Cartagena.
M.
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