During my stay in Medellin I either wanted to visit Guatape or Rio Claro. Ideally I would have done both but I had neither the time nor the money to do both. Rio Claro was recommended to me by Alejandra who had claimed that it was one of the most beautiful places she has ever seen in Colombia. It was great advice, but the day before I heard an American chap talk about how he was bit by a mosquito there and then six weeks after he had parasites crawling out of the...

The bus journey had everything I hope it wouldn't have, every bus in Colombia this far had lights that weren't functional, but this time, the only time I had no book to read the lights were fully operational. Then when we found a plug socket between the seats I thought the 18 hour journey would be fine, but we found that the plug socket was not operational. Luckily I was quite tired so after one successful game of solitaire I fell asleep only waking up once when ...

You might have thought after a very poor night's sleep I would sleep all of the two hour journey from Barranquilla to Cartagena, well you would be mistaken I was wide awake so cracked on with my book Little Bee and before you knew it Earl, me and the random Chilean lady who came with us from the hostel had arrived in Cartagena. In a previous establishment I had found a hostel which looked pretty decent however they was only one space left so we went to another ro...

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...