Cartagena contrasts between old and new: Bocagrande with its high rises and seaside hotels is reminiscent of Miami beach while the quaint streets of Gestramani are lined with tiny, colorful houses and daring graffiti art. We quickly discovered that the action was in the historic district - the fortified city. These walls were taller, wider, and far longer than Galle Fort in Sri Lanka (previous trip). It evoked all the images and romance of Pirates of the Caribbean, not surprising since it is a favorite hangout of tourists and locals alike. People walk endlessly around the ramparts looking down at the narrow, cobblestone streets lined with buildings painted in vibrant colors.
The fading light of the afternoon brings everyone out to sit and watch the sun descend below the warm Caribbean waves. And in Cartagena, one place rises above all others: Cafe del Mar. Located on the western wall in what appears to be perfect alignment with the sun, Cafe del Mar is famous for drinks, music, and its huge Colombian flag flapping in the wind. We sat down for a drink as the music came on, a house mix that slowly increased its beat with such a rhythm that the hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up, goosebumps incapsulated my arms and legs. I put my camera down and absorbed it all - the warm sunlight on my face, my hair blowing in the steady wind, the whispering of waves crashing beneath the layers of music. In that very moment, all life's worries, hardships, and stresses melted away. I was no where else but in the present, one with my surroundings - in particular, a hot guy and an ice-cold caipirinha.
Cafe del Mar |
Earlier that day we wandered the vibrant streets of the historic city, guided by intricately hand painted tile street signs fixated to the buildings. We starred intensely at colorful houses adorned beautiful flowers, either growing up the walls or hanging over balconies. Boutique luxury hotels were plentiful, so much in fact it seemed we passed one every hundred feet. I won't complain though - boutique hotels bring with them a high standard in appearance for developing the surrounding areas. It would appear the locals have upped their game whilst protecting the historical allure.
No wonder the Secret Service agents were bored |
Ikea anyone? |
Must be very popular for weddings. |
Look at those Glutes!! |
Day 2 was set aside for diving albeit it became my worst dive trip to date. Over the past few years, diving has become a huge passion for both of us - sometimes we travel to places JUST for the diving. This time was different. I knew I was going to be in trouble from the hotel's lackluster breakfast combined with warm waters - so warm that they didn't advise wearing wet suits. Essentially lukewarm bath water combined with 4-5 foot swells and you have a perfect recipe for my head hanging overboard.
Dive 1 |
Dive 2 - Wreck penetration |
A much needed nap was in order to restore my energy levels - vomiting that much takes its toll. Sunbathing on the beach proved a great alternative to rocking in the boat. The beaches in Cartagena are strikingly similar to the ones I saw in Bali: dark sand and filled with trash. Evidently the off-shore Baru and Rosario islands are idyllic white sand beaches far better suited for relaxation. Of course this was out of the question since there was no way I was getting back on a boat here.
Castillo San Felipe |
Our third and final day started at the towering Castillo San Felipe just northeast of the walled city. It was massive. Built as a hill top defense, there was no way anyone would overtake it. Long, claustrophobic corridors zigzagged through its core, illuminated just enough for us tourists to see, but pitch black for those before us. It felt more like a prison than a fortress. Still, the panoramic views of Cartagena from the top were splendid.
Walking back from Gestramani |
Overall, Cartagena was everything we had hoped for: beautiful, untouched, and exotic. Despite the troubles of Colombia's turbulent past, Cartagena has proven itself a true gem left unscathed.
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