With time against us and the end of our trip in sight we didn't want to waste any more time on buses. It was time to hit the airports! Only problem was the weight limits on the Colombian version of Ryanair.
We have started to become compulsive buyers over the last few weeks, from purchases of hand held sewing machines ( argued by John "it will be useful, I want it") to large llama wool throws ("But Sarah we are homeless, where are we going to put it?"). Therefore our packs have escalated in size and weight from baby tortoise level to Winnebago!
Anyway, we make our flight and arrive in the Old Town which must have an invisible green house to ensure there is no air flow and the temperature is a constant 35C. Lucky our bedroom has a ceiling fan. The only problem is you either put it on full blast and then sweat from the potential danger of it coming loose from its mount or leave it on low and be cooked by the green house effect!
One positive on our first night was we met up with our good friend Elisa who was on her final night of a year long round the World trip. Did someone say Ceviche, Mojitos, and a Colombian with a crazy hat?
The following day we walked around the Old Town and enjoyed the views an the sun set. It's a beautiful city with colonial buildings and narrow streets.
Enjoying the sunset with a beer or two
As John was getting grumpy as he could not wear his pants for 3 days in a row in this heat, we decided to move on and take the four hour bus to Taganga. The cheapest place to dive and the start of our Caribbean holiday!
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