Monday, April 1, 2013

Cartagena Redux

Thanks to an early start and most of the holiday traffic heading out of town, I made Cartagena in the  early morning around 10:00 AM, and I had secured a hotel by 11:00 AM.  I am staying in the same district that we had stayed in way back in December.

It is very strange to have reached the end of the road again, and I will have to readjust to not riding every day.  Since I have arrived, I have been getting up early, before the blast of heat hits the city, and walking for a few kilometers.  I went out and bought some decent walking shoes the other day, as my boots, while okay for walking, are heavy and hot in this heat.  I have found a series of bookstores with a good selection of Ludlum novels, so I walk the streets watching for KGB spies and the like..

I am getting to recognize the street regulars in my area, and of course I am getting reacquainted with  this portion of the city again.  I am totally comfortable wandering around, and either I am not putting out tourista vibes, or my sunburn is turning a little brown, as I get few hassels and pushes to buy something, although the local hookers always have a jibe for me...

Entering Cartagena, these guys did not move for anybody...
 If you think he is cute, you should have seen his Mom...


 Dropping into Cartegena...

 This is for Norbie...

 This would be a great Kite for Edmonton fliers, but I don't think it would survive the ride...


 Tour boat in the harbour..read: party boat...






Full Moon over the Old City..

Woof...What's up Gringo??





Forgotten times..


Cervantes....
Renovating a city, one building at a time...





Knock Knock...

 Blondy guards the room...






This guy was here in December, but more complete...

































If you can understand it, Street Art tells you a lot about the community....


I can't get over the flowers and colours..








 The Fort at the heart of the city..


Who is there??




A local square: a place of Easter celbrations and community for everyone...






























There but for the Grace of God, go I....while I understand that the folks from the cruise ships have limited time to see the sights, and that big Bad Colombia needs to be seen from a safe distance...I am so grateful that I am not  sightseeing with Martha and Harriet from Seattle...as they spend their dead husbands' loot...and complain about the heat and the smells...and the dreadful noise of the taxis...

No, I did not do that....

1 comment:

  1. Living vicariously thru u Dave. Let me know what your intended route north thru the States is when you get back. If it is up the Pacific side, maybe we can get together for the final journey. I hope to get back down to LA area by early May to retrieve Big Gal.

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