Aug. 24th, 2023

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Tuesday, August 22nd - finally were given a room around 13:00, slept for a few hours and even after that i was definitely feeling a bit sick. Dr Cristina has declared i have the flu, but no the bright side somehow flu sounds adorable with her accent.

Our hotel here in Cartagena is comfortable but mostly soullessly generic. But the breakfast are at least very good generic food, and there's a very elegant restaurant on the roof and a pool. Though unfortunately you can't see the sunset from up there as it's right behind another big hotel.

The neighborhood around the hotel I'd probably feel fine walking around in if this wasn't Colombia. But this is Colombia and we're paranoid about unsafe situations. A big consideration when booking the hotel was to be near the beach, but the nearby beach is a dark clay-y sand with no palm trees for shade or aesthetics. Just the grey sand between the waves, a highway and the mountains entirely non dodgy neighborhood. So we aren't exactly hanging out at the beach here. Which means when we're relaxing back at the hotel we're usually just holed up in the room, which isn't my favorite thing.

At some point we saw a United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees car let someone out at our hotel. I'm used to seeing such things in Africa but didn't quite expect it here. Are they here about Venezuelan refugees?

Wednesday, August 23rd - after breakfast we went to talk to the tourism person in the lobby. I mentioned I wanted to go to the mud volcano, since i was still feeling very subpar and it sounded like the most relaxing option. We were told the tour bus to the mud volcano was leaving in 5 minutes! We quickly paid (300,000 pesos? /$75 for the two of us i think), ran up to the room to change into our swimwear and grab what we'd need, and ran back down just in time for the bus, which was already mostly full. We picked up one more batch of passengers, one of whom sat in a fold out seat in the aisle just beside me, who was literally obese, and not the way back had a wailing baby on her lap. Of all the passengers there was one couple who might have been from the US, everyone else appeared to be from the Caribbean or Latin America.

We drove like 45 minutes to the mud volcano. Just before we arrived our tour guide advised us that the locals provide several services for extra charges: keeping our towels and sandals for us; taking pictures with our phones; massaging us in the mud pool; and washing us off in the lake afterwards; all of which is a 5,000 peso ($1.20) charge.



Okay so we arrived to find a volcano shaped mound by a lake. I was a bit disappointed, i had assumed it was some kind of naturally occurring phenomena. I hope it's at least mud from the lake and maybe harkens back to some traditional practice, but if so they never bothered to explain.

So one hands one's sandals and towel to a man with a big bag by the start of the stairs up to the top. Then when it's your turn to go in hand your phone to the guy who takes pictures, then descended down into the square mud pool. It's smooth, a homogenous fine grain, a pleasant temperature. And of course one finds oneself much much more buoyant than one's experience with water would lead one to expect. Wallowing helplessly for a moment i was expertly grabbed by a local in the mud pool and maneuvered to the side, where he immediately proceeded to massage me. I was never asked if i wanted that, though i didn't mind. Cristina apparently told them she didn't want a massage and thus escaped it. She told me she just doesn't like massages but i kind of wonder if not a few women were reluctant to be massaged all over by strange dirty (literally at least) men in a mud pit -- it was only men working there. After a few minutes of massage i was shunted to the side near the exit ladder, where Cristina and i bobbed for another few minutes (we were in the mud for maybe ten minutes?) before climbing out.

Then we descended the mud volcano and proceeded to the lake maybe 50 meters away to wash off. Here the local women were waiting to pour water on us. It seemed so entirely unnecessary that i tried to wave them off but this was ineffectual and it being only $1.20 I just gave up and let them pour water on us.

By and by when everyone was done it was time to leave. We were (finally) given our cell phones back and then it seems we needed to find the specific person who provided each service to us (they all came and thronged us looking for the specific people owing them). Altogether this was chaotic and there were a few recriminations about what was owed to who before it was all sorted out. Considering this was all over absurdly small amounts of money i really think they should just include it in the original price and pay those people in an organized manner or something. The payment process left a bad taste in some people's mouths i think. Amd all over a few dollars! And it's fortunate i had even happened to shove some pesos in my pocket before leaving, it would have been really disappointing to, after paying $75 for the experience to then have a second class experience for lack of having brought the equivalent of a few dollars.

Anyway from there we proceeded to a hotel right on the beach not far from there. Here we had lunch (included in the original fare) and lounged around for two or three hours. This beach was actually nice, though the weather was a bit overcast.

Then we came back to our hotel. The tourism lady called out to us as we crossed the lobby, asked us how it had been signed us up for the city tour the next day, and tried to sell us on day trips to the Rosario Islands for subsequent days. We have ten more days here and i don't want to spend them all holed up in this hotel or on $200 day trips to the islands every day -- I had seen hotels on the islands that looked nice in the $140/night range which seems acceptable to me (edit! I only just realized (Friday) that iwas looking at the two night totals. These nice hotels are under $100 a night!). The tourism lady tried to tell us there were no cheap hotels on the islands and then when i opened the hotels.com app and showed her one i was looking at she said it wasn't on the islands, so i clicked the map and it was on one of the islands she'd just mention. In general it'd found travel agents to be useless for anything other than booking specific local experiences. For anything else they're trying to push the packages they get the biggest kickback for on you whether it's best for your interests or not.

Anyway, relaxed a bit, swam in the rooftop pool around sunset (though as mentioned it itself was hidden), and had another pretty good dinner at the rooftop restaurant.

(Might add more pictures -- or might not! -- we're quickly taking an overwhelming number of photos that it may take some time to pick through)
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Thursday, August 24th - this morning we went on a city tour of Cartagena. Around 8:30 the open sided tour bus picked us up, we were apparently the first, and then it spent an hour picking everyone else up. The main tour coordinator was apparently Venezuelan but he didn't do the talking and i think actually he disappeared at some point. Of the other passengers, one couple was from Los Angeles, and one man traveling alone was from New York. I asked that man what brought him here and he apparently just likes to travel, he mentioned he's been to over thirty countries, which is more than me but not by a lot (i think I'm at around 25. Amd hey 6 in the last two months alone). We agreed that Zanzibar and Tanzania are lovely. If i was more extroverted maybe I'd have befriended him but though we got along very well during the tour i didn't get any social media information from him. Everyone else was once again Latino &/ Caribbeano. Very conveniently the tour group had two guides, one who guided most of the group in Spanish, and one giving commentary in English just to myself, the guy from New York, and a Brazilian woman who apparently speaks no Spanish, though she appeared to be traveling with two Argentinian women. She asked Cristina to translate something into Spanish to tell them but Cristina couldn't understand her English ajaja. It's funny how she and i have literally no trouble communicating but anyone else more or less can't communicate to us in the other's language.

Cristina and i were by now down to our last 20,000 pesos so we were rather desperate to find an ATM (there was none near our hotel). We wanted to buy Cristina a hat and new sandals or flip flops as the only pair she'd brought had broken already.

They told us a bunch of stuff i don't remember offhand except that Cartagena was founded in 1533 and has a population of 1.5 million.


Our first stop was some apparently iconic shoes:



I didn't catch the significance of these shoes.

Next we went to the castle, which was an impressive edifice of layers of slanted walls heaped up on a hill. I felt going here was a very apropos bookend to having last month visited first interior slave camps in Ghana, then Elmina Castle from where they were despatched, to this castle on the other side of the sea that overlooked the major slave receiving city for Spanish south America. Though this castle unlike Elmina didn't actually have the slave dungeons within it.



Here Cristina and i were mainly separated on our separate language tours. Castle was neat, i like castles. It differed from most European castles I've seen in that it made significant use of the hill it was on and what looked from the outside as walls were actually reinforced side of the hill, so on the inside you were never behind really tall walls. There were some tunnels into the hill including some that just wound around and around to eventual dead ends just to fool intruders and waste their time. Here in the castle Cristina saw the perfect hat but we didn't have money for it!



We were also told of various times pirates sacked the city (before the castle was built) amd the English unsuccessfully tried to take the city (after the castle was built).

Next we went to a big "CARTAGENA" sign amd took pictures in front of it.



Amd then finished in old Town, which consisted of a lot of adorable narrow streets with colonial era buildings lining them with bougainvilleas reaching up to balconies.



After the tour ended we were given the option to take the tour bus back to our hotels or stay here amd we chose to stay. We found an ATM just outside old Town amd were finally able to get money (300,000 pesos, about $75, is the maximum they'll disburse. Which is weird, even in the most impoverished African countries i can usually get the equivalent of at least $100 even if i need a wheelbarrow for all the notes), so we walked up amd down the cute narrow streets looking for sandals amd a hat for her.


Finally i succeeded in getting a picture of her with a bowl of bananas on her head like the Chiquita woman ajaja

We succeeded in the sandals but not the hat. The perfect hat she'd been teased by in the castle could not be found down here.

Just as we were getting tired amd hungry a woman selling tours spoke to us, amd as soon as Cristina opened her mouth the woman was like "ahh Venezuelana!!" Turned out she was herself Venezuelan from Margarita Island. So we talked to her a bit about that amd our ambitions to go to the Rosario Islands, amd then mentioned we were hungry amd did she have any recommendations, amd she took us a few blocks to a place she recommended as cheap amd good, amd it didn't disappoint. Cristina got her on whatsapp if we do go on a day trip to the Rosario Islands or something i think we might use her she was nice, i liked her more than the one in our hotel.

Then we returned to the hotel. Went swimming on the rooftop pool at sunset. Was amused to note we were one of four similar couples all doing the same thing.

Amd that was it for today, all caught up again! No idea what we'll do tomorrow. Amd i feel cured of my brief illness, though the doctor says she can still smell flu on my breath 🙈

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