Colours of Colombia: Cartagena to Medellin


We spent about a week in Cartagena, sitting in various squares, drinking twenty cent coffee and searching for the Arepa guy we quickly deemed our favourite even though he was our first.  And endlessly walking, trying to breath in the life that steamed from the streets.

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By evening the walking continued in search of more street vendors and evening festivities that were the street life.  Once back at our little apartment the three of us had to keep the partying down to a minimum as our landlord was worried that we, the mature adults would scare off the other backpackers.  Little did he know we were asleep before we even hit the pillows.

Street tunes and dancing
Evening brought some tough decisions
Trinadad Square
After dinner beers at Trinadad Square, hiding from the police as they try to unsuccessfully enforce a no drinking ban.
And sometimes it was time for serious business but even that came in colour.

After Brett spent 13 hours at the port getting the car we celebrated and left for Medellin the following day.  However we decided to take the scenic route with a ferry crossing over the Magdalena River.   The days were long as we travelled between 12 and 14 hours and into the dark, and then wandered trying to get a place to spend the night.  Once settled we either roamed the town that seemed to never sleep or entertained the local hotel (water park or picnic area, not quite sure what it was) keepers as we cooked in the back of the van.


Mompos the town on river Magdalena comes with some pretty streets and churches but incredibly hot temperatures.

Colombia, you would have it is a very large country and it would take three days to reach Medellin from Cartagena via this route.   Luckily Colombia has a good stock of street food that kept us well fed.  Zarko was quick to jump on the Arepa wagon and all the other street food wagons for that matter.  We ate anywhere from a dollar for a potatoes and fried chicken meal to a fancy joint that served artisan burgers for six dollars.

 Botero sculptures in Medellin
Zarko’s new wheels
Getting ready to tackle the Rock of Guatape with its 740 stairs.
Views of the surroundings from the rock
The town of Guatape
More of Guatape

While Zarko seemed to thrive in intolerable heat of 40 degree weather, Brett and I were happy to put on our toques in the more refreshing climate we would finally reach.  So as we ascended to the cooler grounds of Santa Elena and pulled out all of our cold weather clothing it was time for Zarko to head home.  We spent an evening by the fireplace trying to keep warm in the frigid 16 degree weather.  As Zarko left for Panama before heading back to Croatia, Brett and I headed back to bed that is our van to catch up on some well needed sleep.


1 Comment

  • Elizabet

    June 25, 2016 at 11:05 am

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