Walk Tall & Carry a Big Stone
The rich color & texture of Cartagena will certainly be missed, but I really wanted to get out into Tayrona National Park & listen to the surf & twilight jungle sounds while lazing in my hammock. Time to ramble. Vamenos!
When the little bus rounded the curve that sent us swirling down a curvy road above a beautiful fishing cove below, I thought perhaps the reports of muggings & drug-addled backpackers & machete muggings must have been exaggerated. The little calles were mostly rough dirt & stone, and the general look of the place had a fishing town vibe with some backpacker ghetto vibe mixed in, but the hostel was pleasant & there was access to a pool as well as unoccupied hammocks. Ahhhhh!
After a quick swim I headed off for the beach in Taganga to catch a little of that golden late afternoon light before completely relaxing into a hammock. But first I figured a pit stop for a couple chilled Aguila cervezas might just be the ticket. Or, so I thought.