I kept going through Santa Marta two days ago to the village of Tananga. Now the funny thing is last night there were two young successful couples from London there, not known to each other. Funny because Tananga is a dump and the place we were staying was dirt cheap. There was a time when the town was obviously special. You can tell from the ruins of what were once interesting homes and businesses, now in a state of collapse.
The last ten days or so have been about Lucinda and me acclimatizing after too much down time in late CA. We’re a couple of days away from completing a loop of flat, hot, northern Colombia. I’ll be meeting a friend in Medellin for a few days.