Cartagena

We arrived in piping hot Cartagena, a very old city on the Caribean sea. The buildings are beautiful and there is a lot of culture but there are tons of hookers and dirty hustlers. The first night there me and my Scottish friend meandered through town and ending up hanging out with a bunch of Colombians in the street and eventually made it to the sea to catch the ocean breeze and listen to some music. They had a clinger with them who they described as “the craziest guy in all of Colombia” who was wasted and I soon realized that I had seen this crazy man before. I quickly looked at the photos in my camera and it was true. I had met this Loco hombre at Fatima in Bogota where he was wasted as well. After a long night, I was walking around the following and somehow ran into him again. Of course he had a flask in his hand and for some reason he ended up following me around. This guy was so nuts that I had first figure out what he was saying in Spanish then figure out what the fuck he was talking about. He was always saying some sort of shit like “we are all on the same plane with the same destination”. Do you have any clue how hard that is to translate? Scottish Craig said to me that he thought that he was a borderline alcoholic but he clearly is an alcoholic and had to remind Craig that we were borderline alcoholics (joke mom). We ended up stopping by his hotel to pick something up and he showed me his sweet room for 10,000 pesos with a city and ocean view. The place was a little dirty but not any more dirty than the place that I was paying 20,000 for and sharing with three of my Oregonian friends. I talked Craig into checking into the crazy mans hotel with me and we shared a nice room with a view for 20,000 pesos. Good deal right? Yeah it was until we went back that night to shower and quickly realized that we were staying in a whore house! There was a line of street hookers at the front door on the street and upstairs at the front desk there was about 20 neatly stacked condom and paper towel combos. I guess that I just chose to ignore the 24 hora sign in the front of the place that day. It turned out to be fine, just a little dirty. Either way I needed to get the fuck out of this dirty town asap. I had been in cities for a month and it was time for the beach.