We had a short but stimulating break in Colombia.
Cartagena, widely touted as the most perfectly preserved colonial city in the Americas, was certainly beautiful, with stunning, spectacularly well preserved 16th century architecture. But with the endless hassle – “what you want? Cigar? Hat? Cerveza? Hotel? Restaurant? Souvenir? Sunglasses? Drugs? Girls?” – we found ourselves hastily skipping town as soon as possible.
Heading along the Caribbean coast, we ended up in the delightfully dusty, dilapidated fishing village of Taganga, on the edge of the Tayrono National Park. Here we got excited by fishermen’s cottages, entertained by teenage troublemakers, and enjoyed fresh fish, disorganised diving, reggaeton and rum.


