Three things I learned during my visit to the Colombian coast:
1. It can be so humid that your camera lens steams up and makes it look like you took all your photos while standing in a sauna. Which actually isn’t terribly inaccurate.
2. Riding on a bus with about five dozen baby chickens as fellow passengers can be quite distracting. Also, adorable.
3. When it’s hot out, the only things I want are ice cream and micheladas (see photo #8 for tasty explanation). Cartagena is excellent at satisfying both of these desires. It’s also really good at scraping all of the skin off your knee with its rocky stairs if you aren’t careful where you’re walking. But that’s a different story.
Let’s just look at some nice pictures instead of thinking about my bloody knees, okay?
I’m sorry. I know. But I really just couldn’t help it. It’s too good.
Protect us! Shield our pale gringa bodies from the harsh sun god!
On this beach, you don’t have to get out of your chair for anything. It all just comes to you.
Perched upon the beachfront rocks in Cartagena
More flowers, this time with fewer shadows!
Making Bourdain proud with our gastronomic choices
One of the more creative ideas for a napkin-holder I’ve seen in a while.
My very first michelada! Ingredients: beer, lime juice, salt, and a personally-preferred amount of hot sauce. Genius hot-weather beverage.
BOAT CEVICHE. With BBQ sauce. Winning.
You’re pretty okay, Cartagena. You and your flowers.
This was right around where that kid tried to steal our bags as ineptly as possible. Must’ve been the lighting.
Why hello there, maybe-prettiest hostel in Cartagena?
All you tiny people look like insignificant ants! I laugh at you from my powerful perch!
In case you’re stricken with an overwhelming desire to have a t-shirt while halfway up the castle path
I hereby claim this castle for the sovereign nation of — oh. Looks like someone else got here first.
Scary, scary tunnels under the castillo
World’s largest Colombian flag? I wouldn’t doubt it.
Not a bad place to spend two nights, if you ignore all the house music and the sweating. Then again, there were rooftop hammocks
It was right there! I just had to.
I just love this sign. That will be all.
Best breakfast sandwich in Santa Marta. Eat your heart out, Mickey D’s.
Tasty fresh mango/papaya/pineapple juice at Lulo in Santa Marta. Breakfast drink of champions!
Pretty hard to get lost with these big guys hanging around.
Finally, I’m not the only one doing the arms-up victory pose!
I have a print of a van Gogh painting that looks very much like this, but rather less tropical.
Custom-made bags, straight from the source
Oh my god, this little boy. Favorite photo model probably ever.
Spare straps for handmade bags. Definitely considered buying one to use as a headband/for last-minute escapes/everything.
Making our own micheladas in the apartment kitchen in Cartagena. Because you can never OD on michelada.
This sunset is at least as good as someone reading me a bedtime story.