It´s not the drugs..

but there do seem to be some strange things around



Mostly giant penguins. They frightened me enough to cause me to leave Santa Marta- that and the fact that all the salesmen on the beach had started to greet me by name.

So it was goodbye Hotel Miramar, Santa Marta



And hello Hotel Ramarim in Taganga, just down the road



Taganga is a small fishing village and only fifteen minutes by crazy minibus to Santa Marta. I went there with an Aussie guy who I met in the hotel in Santa Marta. Which meant that I finally had someone to mind my bag for me while I went for a swim, in the Caribbean Sea! When you get to Taganga you just take a short walk up and around a hill to get to La Playa Grande, a better beach.

I floated, we watched the sunset



Then we went back to Taganga and visited the local Irish pub, Patrizos (I am not kidding!)

We stayed there long enough to drink a lot of Aguila beer (similar to water only cheaper) hear Hips Don´t Lie more than six times, drink a shot at midnight for Australia Day and watch the locals hit the dance floor. Finally, I have been here two weeks and it was the first time that I had seen people dance!

Later today we are going to Pargque Tayrona. I´ll be beack in a couple of days