We're on a winning streak here: not only was our bus to Cartagena on time, it was also the nicest bus we've been on this entire trip. We had air conditioning and seats that didn't force our knees to our chins! We had a television and window shades! Ah, it was glorious! To top it off, the first movie we watched on the four hour trip was Life of Pi, which I've been dying to see since reading the book. The movie was good, but I'm extremely glad that I read the story...

Getting to and from Tayrona was a major hassle but it was absolutely worth it. The sky turns light a full half hour before the sun comes up, and as uncomfortable as the tents were we couldn't wait to get out of them and onto the beach. By 6am our toes were in the sand. The clouds were mostly gone and we were the only ones around, waiting for the sun to make its full appearance. As soon as it did Brittany was in the water and I was snapping photos. This place has ...

I've resigned myself to the fact that, wherever we go, we will both get sick. Put your toes in the water of a developing country and it's an inevitability. I figured it would happen while hiking in the jungle, but for some reason my dastardly bug struck yesterday while lying in a warm bed after a massive helping of pasta carbonara. I spent all of the night curled up in a tight ball, my gut feeling like a wet towel being wrung out to desert-like dryness. I've hear...

Today will be short and sweet because it was a pretty uninteresting day, and purposefully so. Our clothes wouldn't be ready until noon today, so we slept in until 11am and then just sat around, waiting for the socks to dry. When they were finally done and we finished burying our noses in them, savoring the sweet smell of soap, we walked back to Lulo for one final meal. I could eat there every day; they make the best guanabana shake I've had so far. What am I goin...

I'm covering two day's worth here because yesterday resembled what I think of when I hear the words "death march". We hiked for eight solid hours, and it was just as painful as it sounds. Once an hour we would stop, drenched in sweat and panting to catch our breath, and minutes later hear that dreaded word: vamos! Brittany and I are polar opposites in the speed department, and we were both praying for patience the entire afternoon. I'm too fast and she's too slow...