Taganga

Day 196 – Sleeping

Originally we had planned on doing what is know as the Ciudad Perdida Trek (Lost City Trek), a five day slog through the jungle in 100% humidity, sleeping in hammocks, being eaten by mozzies and visiting a ‘lost’ Pre-Colombian city.  Instead we decided to spend our last few days in South America doing some R&R and preparing ourselves for a few full on weeks with the family.

Taganga seemed like as good a place as any to do not much, a little fishing village with a healthy backpacker scene, nice hostels and tasty restaurants (with fresh seafood of course).  It is also a very popular dive destination, but after reading some reviews we decided that it was likely to be a disappointment after the Galápagos and Borneo. 

So instead we did very little for three days except eat, drink and laze by the hostel pool!

The waterfront in Taganga, Greek Islands it ain’t, but pleasant enough. 

Day 197 - Eating

Lunch today was at La Baguettes de Maria, $4 got you one giant baguette, in Erin’s case filled with curry chicken and some salad veggies, yum.

After lunch we ventured into Santa Marta (the nearby big-smoke) to have another go at shoe hunting, this time we were thankfully successful.

In the evening while Erin was out having her nails done I was sitting at the hostels rooftop bar (yes, life is tough, we know…).  As the sun set a strange break in the clouds appeared like a big shadow, leave a comment if you can tell me what might have caused it, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

Day 198 – Drinking

This evening we took the opportunity to spend one last evening drinking with Maaike and Hanneke who were in town doing a PADI course (open water dive certificate).  After a delicious dinner (seafood salad for me with fish, calamari and prawns) we headed up onto the hill to “El Mirador” (The Lookout) where the music was coming from.  While the Colombian tourists and some ambitious foreigners shook their behinds to the Latin beats, we sat on the sidelines spectating (and commentating!) – not game!

With lightning cracking on the horizon, the fishing boats lit up in the bay, a cool sea breeze, Latin dancing and our most persistent travel buddies present it was quite a fitting end to nearly seven months in South America.