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Day 102
Back to Dreamers to dump our big bags – and we are greeted like old friends (we nickname it Cheers hostel). Bump into Peta and Nick, who have just done the lost city trek and feel a bit relieved not to have done it too... all sounds a bit like hard work to me!
We stock up on supplies and catch the local bus to a bus stop called Rancho Roger (we hope this isn’t some sort of weird joke). We spot the sign for the surf place and head up the road to the beach, and then walk through a track which cuts through a forest of palm trees, marvelling at how lovely and quiet and undeveloped it is. Colin, the Canadian, greets us, we choose our bedroom for the night (a small loft with a mattress, over a hammock hut) and feeling lazy, hit the hammocks... and relax..........................
Day 103
It’s a tough life and the next few days go by in a sort of super chilled haze. We do manage to come out of our stupor and go surfing the next morning. Colin takes us out to the local river to get
to know our boards, before hitting the sea (he only tells us after that the river sometimes has caiman in it!!). As we walk along the beach there are loads of shark heads (left by local fisherman) but Colin reassures us he has never seen a shark in the water we are about to get in (and they look like small sharks anyway). We both manage to catch a wave (me with a little help from Colin and without standing of course) and really enjoy it. For me, it is another fear conquered, as I am battered by waves bigger than I have ever ventured near. After 3 hours we are sooo tired and walk back the 1km (which feels much longer) with our boards, for lunch. As we are swinging in our hammocks, who should rock up, but Andrew and Jess, who have decided to join us. I realise that despite putting factor 50 (yes that’s right – 50) on my legs, the backs of them are bright red and are killing me. So I decline the afternoon surf, and whilst Si heads out with Jess, Andrew and Colin, I chill with Mario the boxer (dog, not hunk), a
book and a beer and nurse my burnt legs...
Si – more surfing for me and I managed to move from a lying down position to a slightly crouching position. Slightly jealous that Andrew manages to stand up, but he does have Aussie blood.
A take out bottle of Ron (rum in Spanish) gets the evening off to a good start and me and Si, Jess and Andrew have a good old laugh - even the too cool for school couple who ignore us and the rain can’t dampen our spirits (they do ron, ron).
Day 104
After a very relaxed morning (it’s hard to explain just how relaxed we are – but we both keep falling asleep in hammocks at all times of the day) we all decide to get back on our boards and after lunch we head out, the 4 of us, to tackle the waves. Unfortunately they seem to have died a death and none of us can catch one... so we give up, have a beer and make a coco loco (fresh coconut with rum poured in) before me and Si have to catch our bus back to Santa Marta. Sad
to be leaving the beach, Jess and Andrew, and such a lovely chilled place, not so sad to be leaving the sand flies behind (I have 50 bites, which itch like mad). Back to Cheers hostel for tea and an early night before catching our flight to Medellin.
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