Ahoi Colombia

Last time I spent a lot of time on the boot, but completely missed my first visit with Columbia.

After a smooth sailing with 4 (!!!) meters up well we reached the view of the harbor of Cartagena. My stomach was making during the purple flight, and I was very happy, finally arriving.

Since there were no more places to use in the harbour, the anchors moved a few meters away from Festland. After all the passengers were off board, we still spent an hour or two with disappointment. However, since we wanted to land ourselves, the engine stretched our time with mud the last week and gepäck worn snow boots. Also gave us another Boote um Hilfe.

The first thing I saw in Colombia was an approximate sunset ride between the volcanic craters of Cartagena – all out of a small swimming pool that was full of mules and was carried from another swimming pool, with most of all dogs on my shoes.

As soon as we are in the country, I half the dog out and crawl myself uncomfortably behind. I first looked at the booths and had a dilemma: "I just want Columbian boots." The crew applauded and laughed me out.

In Cartagena we stayed overnight at the Captains House, on an amazing peaceful countryside. When I took the shower, I felt "land cranked" – that's what comes with cranking. You have the feeling that the bode is still busy.

At last after the expedition was done as usual with the passengers. And what should I say? Columbia has impressed me from the start. It is still bunter and livelier than Central America. In the old town of Cartagena (which is usually quite touristy) the streets are taken, cocktails are mixed, and from every corner comes music.

I spent the time in Cartagena mostly on the rooftops with learning – after I got on the boot for weather still had an emphasis. We spent most of the time together, played games, laughed a lot, cooked and explored the city at night.

So apparently it was going to boot again after a few weeks, so very glad I finally got back to Colombia after the trip.

Bussi Baba

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In the last entry, I detailed extensively my time on the boat, but completely omitted to share the experience of my first time arriving in Colombia.

After an adventurous traverse with waves 4 (!!!) meters high, we finally arrived at the port of Cartagena after what seemed like an eternity. My stomach gave turns during the trip and I was excited to finally have arrived.

As there was no more room to dock in the harbour, we anchored a few meters from the shore. After all the passengers disembarked, we spent an hour or two cleaning up. But when we tried to disembark, the engine of our boat, already loaded with two weeks’ worth of garbage and luggage, stopped running. So we called other boats in search of help.

The first thing I saw in Colombia was a stunning sunset between the skyscrapers of Cartagena, all from one small boat full of garbage and towed by another, with the most adorable dog on top of my legs.

When we finally landed, I helped the dog down and repped awkwardly to the ground myself. I fell to the ground and laughed: "I'm finally touching Colombian soil!" The crew applauded and laughed at me.

We spent the night at the captains house in Cartagena. When I got in the shower, I still felt dizzy. I felt the ground still move.

In the evening, after the crossing, he always celebrated with the passengers. And what can I say? Colombia captivated me from the start. It's even more colorful and animated than Central America. In the old town of Cartagena (which, I admit, is quite touristy), there is dancing in the streets, cocktails are mixed and music blares everywhere.

I spent most of the time in Cartagena studying during the day, as I had no time or reception for it on the ship. In the evenings, we spent a lot of time together with the crew, playing charades, laughing a lot, cooking and exploring the city at night.

Colombia won me over from the first moment. Although it was exciting to be back on the boat after a week, I was also anxious to get back to this Country so precious.

Greetings and Byebye