The bus to Barranquilla was only a couple of hours long but the quick dip in the pool and the three home-made chorizo sarnies did nothing to help my hangover and I still felt rancid on the bus. My stomach craved something, it wasn't the flat and warm cola I had, and I thought it might be an orange but that did nothing to help either. The back seat was free so I thought if I lay down and had forty winks that might help but I found each of the end seats were rather...

The main talking points of the night bus journey from San Gil to Santa Marta involved discomfort and confusion. The discomfort was technically not even on the bus it was lugging my backpack to and from the terminal, the straps did not make for a pleasant feeling on my raw steak like burnt shoulders and to make matters worse when we got to the bus terminal Earl was the one complaining because of his so called burnt stomach? Had he not seen me? I was hard to miss I...

San Gil had been recommended to us by our coffee tour guide Juan as I asked him if there was anywhere we could stop on our way north. He told us of San Gil and explained that it was quite the adventure place where you could raft, paraglide, trek and mountain bike. It sounded like Colombia's version of Banos. So we thought why not? We had been rattling through Colombia; San Gil was our fourth Colombian city / town within the week. It was approaching the end of Ea...

Most people had warned us about travelling on night buses in Colombia, even the guy on the information desk at the terminal. Despite the warnings we still gave it a go, they had said the same in Asia and we were fine there. The bus had pretty much zero leg room and it was quite pricey at 47,000 Colombian Pesos but what it did have was the one thing we craved on a bus since our first trip in South America - a plug socket. In fact it had four due to an extension ca...

Sorry for those of you who expected a blog on Colombia capital Bogota, a late spanner got thrown in the works and instead we headed to one prong of Colombia's coffee triangle Armenia. It all started as I wondered around the hostel carelessly and impatiently before we set off, with all the hammocks taken my attention drew to the notice board advertising hostels for other towns and cities across Colombia. A few caught my attention for example The Pit Stop in Medell...