Cartagena and Playa Blanca

Hello everyone! This time I put photos of Cartagena and Playa Blanca.
Cartagena is among the most beautiful cities visited so far on this trip. Especially the old part, within the walls built after countless pirate attacks, including that of Drake in 1586, which not only plundered and set on fire it, but also got a heavy ransom to return it to the Spaniards.
Around Cartagena there is an archipelago of small islands that reach Playa Blanca , a beach (white, of course) with the typical Caribbean Sea, warm, turquoise. I stayed there for three days of lazy leisure.
It is the classic quiet place with little shacks on the beach where is possible eating and sleeping in hammocks, ridge tents and cute huts. I stayed in a ridge tent because all the huts were already occupied.
In the evening some of these stalls put music and people drink on tables by candlelight. The first night, though, I preferred to drink beer on my own, sitting on the shore by the sound of the sea. This sound stayed with me even after, in the dreams, because the tent was just about ten meters from it.
The night after I drank aguardiente with a nice couple of Bogota, big fans of Nichola di Bari, an old Italian singer of which I don’t know a single song, but I’m sure I haven’t lost anything. The aguardiente is what Burroughs also drank in these areas, such as in Panama with his friend even more crazy than him “drinking aguardiente with tea and canella to cut that kerosene taste”. It is like anisette.
The man from Bogota told me that when it was alive Pablo Escobar , the king of Colombian drugs for many years, it was better because he was very generous and built hospitals, roads, schools, and donated money to the people instead after him not much because the state is very stingy. He added, however, that we Italians can be proud of our mafia because it is respected around the world!
For what I have noticed the Colombians are not big drinkers, all the opposite of their Venezuelans neighbours, because it is already the second time that when I drink aguardiente with them, they keep saying how strong it is, how they will feel on the day after, etc… when in reality is a normal alcoholic, not so strong.
 

Like in a fairy tale, the entrance to the old city of Cartagena.

 

Cartagena.

 

Football match, with the modern Cartagena in the background.

 

Abstract.

 

Street dancer.

 

Coaches.

 

Chessplayers in barrio Getsemani, out of the walls. It is the neighborhood where the slaves lived.

 

Guy on bike.

 

Colors.

 

Women’s demonstration.

 

Truck.

 

Lady with fruit in Santo Domingo square. This lady is from Palenque, a nearby town founded, like many others in America, by runaway slaves. Palenque was the first of all these city in the continent to be officially declared free, in 1713.

 

Botero’s sculpture.

 

The Colombian flag on the modern Cartagena. Photo taken from the Fort San Felipe de Barajas.

 

The Caribbean Sea in Playa Blanca.

 

Maderlen preparing my launch.

 

Maderlen.

 

A little iguana.

 

Hairy little girl.

 

Guys, I announce you that I have started a family. Enough of this wandering.

 

Thank you Javi for your comment! :-)

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