Now

David and I are killing a day or two in Santa Marta on the North coast of Colombia. It is hot hot hot here and the streets smell like poo. The public beach is usable, and full of locals. The water is not too clean, but people go in.

Got here on a 16 hour bus from Bogota. Temperature went from 16 to 34. Bus was majorly A/C. Knees were painfully stiff.

Last night walked around because the hostel room was hot. Ended up at this corner that had plastic chairs/tables with a bottle of Rum, lime, coke, ice and two plastic cups. That´s how it´s done in Santa Marta.

Tomorrow or the next day we had to Venezuela. Have to make it to the ferry jump off point for Trinidad by Wednesday.

Time to test out the bank machines here. And get some sun.