We woke up this morning at 9am in San Gil. We had one more day than we expected in this sweet town because we decided not to take the long road to Cartagena by boat and decided to take a night bus. We first went to the touristic village of Barichara, which was a 40 minute bus ride. We got out and saw the village for about 10 minutes and realized that it was a waste of time because although it was pretty it looked too polished. Everybody told us it was worth going to, but we thought that Villa de Leyva was prettier. We went to the main church and decided to get back on the bus and go back to San Gil. We then got some lunch in a run-down restaurant and then took a taxi to reserve our tickets for our night bus ride to Cartagena. We then took the same taxi to a free water hole. It was a series of shallow waterfalls. The local kids were there because they just got o
ut of school. I ended up talking to three 14-year-old boys who had a crush on Scarlett and Sherrie. One of them told Scarlett that she looked like a model. I just laughed. One of the kids was white and his mom had left him in Colombia so that he could be “Colombian” with his father’s parents. She was Spanish and living in Spain. He said that he was made fun of in school for being made of milk and he said he felt discriminated against. They then got our emails. I just laughed thinking that it is kind of creepy for them to have a 29-year-old pen pal; Scarlett ended up giving them a fake e-mail. We ended up walking the mile back to our hostel and passed by some more waterfalls. We showered and then went and got pizza and bought a tres leches dessert. There was a drunk guy at the pizza place that really wanted to talk to us and buy us beer. This has been the only person that has been annoying in Colombia. We then got on the bus. I sat by 
a kid going to Baranquilla (the birth place of Shakira) to go work in a store. I thought that it must be better money because it was great weather year round where we were and the coast was pretty hot. The girls then whipped out the tres leches dessert and we ate it on the bus. I ended up finishing it off and getting a stomach ache. They also cranked up the AC so everyone was mummified with blankets. I ended up putting my arms inside my shirt and jacket and wrapping my shirt around my head in order to prevent hypothermia. We watched a sweet movie about a illegal immigrant from LA-turned soccer star in England. And then we watched some sweet Colombian music videos. We then tried to sleep.
I had to turn my body every 1 hour to keep my body from freezing. I ironically slept well. We finally got here in Cartagena at noon after the 14-hour ride. Cartagena is an amazing city where the book and movie “Love in the time of Cholera” takes place. We got a crazy taxi driver who talks a million miles an hour and doesn’t pronounce all of his consonants. We laughed most of the 20-minute taxi ride with him. We are staying right in the heart of the colonial district in Cartagena. Some of these buildings are hundreds of years old! We then took a walking tour through colonial streets where the girls bought some clothes and paintings.
ut of school. I ended up talking to three 14-year-old boys who had a crush on Scarlett and Sherrie. One of them told Scarlett that she looked like a model. I just laughed. One of the kids was white and his mom had left him in Colombia so that he could be “Colombian” with his father’s parents. She was Spanish and living in Spain. He said that he was made fun of in school for being made of milk and he said he felt discriminated against. They then got our emails. I just laughed thinking that it is kind of creepy for them to have a 29-year-old pen pal; Scarlett ended up giving them a fake e-mail. We ended up walking the mile back to our hostel and passed by some more waterfalls. We showered and then went and got pizza and bought a tres leches dessert. There was a drunk guy at the pizza place that really wanted to talk to us and buy us beer. This has been the only person that has been annoying in Colombia. We then got on the bus. I sat by 
a kid going to Baranquilla (the birth place of Shakira) to go work in a store. I thought that it must be better money because it was great weather year round where we were and the coast was pretty hot. The girls then whipped out the tres leches dessert and we ate it on the bus. I ended up finishing it off and getting a stomach ache. They also cranked up the AC so everyone was mummified with blankets. I ended up putting my arms inside my shirt and jacket and wrapping my shirt around my head in order to prevent hypothermia. We watched a sweet movie about a illegal immigrant from LA-turned soccer star in England. And then we watched some sweet Colombian music videos. We then tried to sleep.
I had to turn my body every 1 hour to keep my body from freezing. I ironically slept well. We finally got here in Cartagena at noon after the 14-hour ride. Cartagena is an amazing city where the book and movie “Love in the time of Cholera” takes place. We got a crazy taxi driver who talks a million miles an hour and doesn’t pronounce all of his consonants. We laughed most of the 20-minute taxi ride with him. We are staying right in the heart of the colonial district in Cartagena. Some of these buildings are hundreds of years old! We then took a walking tour through colonial streets where the girls bought some clothes and paintings.
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