Keen to split our journey from Cartegena to Medellin we choose Tolu as a place to stop for a couple of days to rest after the problems with our hostel in Cartagena. Tolu isn't really on the main gringo trail and this fact makes it rather attractive to us.

The hostel is great and just five minutes walk from the rather disappointing beach front. Small corners of beach are pinned to the shore by groynes. The town seems to be a little run down and a lot of the businesses are closed, I assume because it is low season.

One of the few restaurants which looks appealing on the beach front serves up some fantastic fish. I have fillet of fish a la criolla and Helena has a whole fish called sierra. Whilst eating we notice that the cycle rickshaws in the evening don huge speakers on the back of their carriage playing cheesy classics and R&B.

We spend the most of our days here simply relaxing and catching up on sleep in what is a sleepy beach town.

At 2am I'm awoken to rumbling, I think I'm dreaming about Jurasic park but now I'm awake I hear a short rumble again. On the 3rd rumble I see lightening so am relieved in my half sleep state that there are no dinosaurs about to eat me. The village farm birds start to call, gradual at first but it soon seems they are all in panic with cock-a doodle here and there and all over the place. It's strange. There are peacock calls and other birds I don't recognise. They really are going for it, sounds like pandemonium. Andy stirs from sleep and his eye mask to ask what is going on. A few minutes later the heavens open for a torrential shower and huge gusty winds. The birds are quiet.