Taganga

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

What we´ve seen of Santa Marta, and most of Taganga, is not very nice and quite scetchy, but I´ve ended up staying three nights. The food here is good, my hostal is comfortable, I have things to sort out, but the important thing was again the people I met. I was hanging out with an austrian and a brazilian guy one day, and had begun to struggle with headaches when the heavy rain started. Then suddenly, Taylor, the american guy I met in Bogota, appeared. I had to sleep for an hour to get rid of the headache, that I apparently get easily because of the low blood levels that kept me from donating blood before I went. But after that, I joined his big "gang" of Very different and funny people. I never seized being amused. I went out with them that night to dance at a terrasse night club, and after that we chilled out on a private rooftop with the stars and the usual lightings on the horizons. They are every night with a few seconds between each strike. Great!

The agency wouldn´t let me scuba dive for only one day, so I couldn´t join the others, but I met up with them later on, after chilling out in a hammock, filling out some papers. We went to a hostal in Santa Marta to play pool and eat some mexican food. The supervisor at their Bayview hostal wouldn´t let me in this time, so we went up to mine, La Casa De Felipe. We went to bed earlier tonight. I decided to join some of the guys on their trek to La Ciudad Perdida, and rather do Parque Taryona afterwards.

I´m very fascinated of people travelling that start up businesses here.

The guy who owned the mexican place met a guy, didn´t want to go home, started up a hostal and a restaurant. One of the guys I´m hanging out with spends three months every year in Cusco, working to run the only cancer hospital there, if not the only one in all of Peru.