July 15th, 2009
Cartagena is a sprawling Spanish-fortress. It´s been defeated from within by modern-day Colombian heart, passion and growth. It survived the country´s liberals vs. conservatives wars for centuries of unpleasant history, up to recent drug wars and all that monotonous crap that carved out some of the social, political and economic indedible meat that makes up Colombias power structures today. That´s all here and strong, but in history books and in poli-sci books, what you see on the surface is much different. This is the way Colombia works.
Cartagena is hot, surrounded yet not contained by spanish period fort walls. Overrun by gorgeous women, trade-center activity, tourists, and all sorts of transportation.
Im afraid my narrative posts will start deminishing, as my notebook is empty. Ill be shorter i guess.
North to Barranquilla, cited in Shakira´s song hips dont lie, which for some reason sticks in my mind when i hear that name. North to Santa Marta, where I would spend 4 nights that seemed like 10.
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