Hot days in Cartagena, Colombia.
Cartagena was hot. Too hot.
And I was feeling a bit warn down.
After five months in Central America I had finally landed in my first and only (for now, at least) stop in South America: Colombia.
And I wasn’t in love.
I was afraid that I wouldn’t be. Colombia was one of those places that was talked up so much as being a favorite country, a must-see, that I worried that it wouldn’t live up to the hype.
And while Cartagena was pretty, while the food was cheap and plentiful, while it was a nice town, I wasn’t feeling it.
It didn’t help that on my first night I encountered way too many backpackers who were simply eager to find coke. It didn’t help that it was so hot outside that I’d come back from a morning walk drenched in sweat and never wanting to leave the air-conditioned TV room. It didn’t help that after two days of doing nothing but thinking on the boat ride from Panama that I was kind of anxious for the next part of my journey. That I kind of just wanted to fast forward in time, past Colombia.
After the coke incidents I really didn’t feel like being social, so I didn’t go out while I was there, read books in bed, fell asleep early, hardly talked to anyone outside of telling them that they could change the channel on the television.
I did, however, have one moment of sheer clarity. I went to a church one night. Not to the church, but to the grounds, where locals gathered, ate cheap arepas, corn, grilled meat. Where teenagers were playing football. Where children were riding bicycles.
And everything felt alive.
And Colombia, in that moment, felt like everything I’d ever wanted.
Brendon @ NerdTravelsAugust 19, 2013at6:47 pm
I felt exactly the same when I arrived in Colombia after 2.5 months in Central America. I also did the crossing from Panama.
I was even more unlucky and arrived during some giant music festival and it was almost impossible to get a room. There was just party and people doing coke everywhere.
I was so burned out from partying and it was kind of a bummer because I was really hoping that soon as I arrived in South America I would feel refreshed and re-energised but it didnt happen :(.
I ended up hightailing it out of Colombia and booking a flight to Quito Ecuador where things were much colder and more jungley 😀
marymanandaNovember 25, 2013at1:10 pm
I just got back from a couple weeks in Cartagena during November Independence celebrations. I can certainly relate to the feeling of life. It was like a constant buzz.
And I agree. It would get too hot. The importance of hiding from the mid-day sun was clear quickly!
marymanandaNovember 25, 2013at1:11 pm
Oh! And great photos:)