I´m suffering what would definitely make it into the top 15 of my worst hangovers. When in Colombia... The night´s details are fuzzy, but for sure I know we had a great time. Oh the randomer´s name turned out to be Manuel. He took us around, we ate some local food called ´flutas´in the market. Actually they are not completely local, I´m pretty sure they had something very similar in Mexico too.

I decided to put some more paragraphs in, because if I just keep ranting without at least a momentary stop it will end up looking like my last entry, which is even daunting to look at, let alone read.

It turned out that last night was the night of Candelas, the celebration of the immaculate conception. Am I supposed to capitalise this? Anyhow, wondered around with Manuel, went to the bar where he works occasionally, when his not out on sea being a lieutenant for the Colombian navy. We picked up some stuff from the bar and met Julio the crazy cab driver, who took us to the new part of town, which is basically just a bunch of skyscrapers. We agreed to meet later that night for some pre-gaming in our hostel, given that at that point we still had 4 liters of hard liqueur. Of course this has changed significantly since.

Had to pick up our passports in Media Luna, where the other 80% of our boat was staying, and of course I inquired for my money from Captain Peter. He said he needs to contact his insurance company, and I should give him a call tomorrow. I thought this was a load of bollocks and he is just trying to stall, but today actually we went to meet him and he gave back 50 bucks, which is better than nothing. So all in all, Golden Eagle, great place, just watch out for the latches.

So we beered up on Plaza de la Aduana, lit up our cigars and sneeked rum in plastic cups from the backpack. Stylish as usual. People kept coming and going from and to our table, it seems Manuel knew half of the city. When we started getting some crossed looks from the waiters, we decided to change bar, where we met the lovely Danish couple, and Sam and Andy, who were with us in Panama, but ended up very unfortunately on a different boat, the Fritz (or zie Fritz?). From here we proceeded to the previously mentioned bar, where we were able to freely booze up from our stock. Actually as the night progressed and we were still almost completely alone in the place I started to wonder from what the hell this place makes its money. And then at 3 am the hookers started pouring in. It was rather entertaining.

By accident, today, we stumbled into a lovely seafood place, which, under normal circumstances, would have been the dream restaurant. But with this dreadful hangover, I actually had three bites and had to ask it to be wrapped up to take away, because my stomach was just not having any of the fishiness.

We are staying for one more night here, we are completely enchanted with the rainbow city and its charmingly out-of-control inhabitants. So here follows the Colombian itenerary.

9th leaving for Santa Marta, about 3 hours north of Cartagena. Catching a collectivo or hopefully a boat to Parque Tayrona the biggest national park of Colombia, where we intend to just chill, enjoy the untouched beaches and forests.

10th taking an overnight 15 hour bus ride to Medellín

12th taking an overnight 10 hour bus ride to Bogotá

14th catching early morning flight to Lima

14-22nd enjoying Peruvian style debauchery with Sergio and Amabel woooooooooooo