The cheapest way to get to Cartagena on the Caribbean coast was to fly. Si wanted the isle seat and I was in the middle next to a Colombian lady who was petrified of flying. As we began our descent to land there was a little turbulence and she ended up holding tight onto my hand. Trying to comfort someone without speaking their language was quite funny and Simon, sat on my other side, kept talking about the plane crashing and falling to our death as he knew the woman didn't understand a word. After checking into our hostel, we went for a walk in search of food. We found our way to Le Bistro and enjoyed a really nice meal. Despite only being able to translate a few ingredients in each meal, we enjoyed a soup, salad and main meal of chicken covered in mushroom and olives over rice. It was slightly more than what we would normally pay for a meal but we were still within budget and it was delicious! With food in our bellies we had a look around the city. Cartagena was the main Spanish port on the Caribbean coast and the area stored treasures stolen from indigenous people. It became a popular area for pirates to invade and so walls were built around the city. The cobbled narrow streets and colourful colonial buildings were lovely to wander around. Many of the buildings had small balconies often housing bright flowers and plants. Numerous small squares were filled with people relaxing and playing cards. We had a peak at the Cathedral and the clock tower before we made our way up onto the city walls. From where we sat we could see the new urban city in the distance and beneath us, across the road, were fisherman and locals sitting by the sea. Despite feeling safe, we're constantly warned by people and guidebooks that wandering around at night can be dangerous so we made our way back to the hostel. We decided to write a few blogs as we were months behind but ended up being distracted by people. The evening was spent with a Kiwi couple, two Colombians and a German. After a few beers the tequila came out and, instead of necking it alongside salt and lime, we dipped our limes half in coffee and half in sugar and sucked it after our shot. It was surprisingly nice and the tequila was definitely quality stuff that didn't burn our throats. The following day was Sunday and the town was deadly quiet. As we were walking around we noticed that the manikins in clothes shops all had extremely large breasts and others were at least a size twenty with very tight clothes on it. Further on we passed a Church service as we made our way to the area where most the hostels were but sadly that area was quiet too. We went back to the hostel and chilled for a few hours chatting to Fiona and Pat the Kiwi couple. Just before the sun set we made our way to the city walls to catch the last glimpse of the sun but sadly the clouds covered the sky. Instead we sat in the main square and watched Colombian dancers performing. The live music and vivid costumes were really nice to watch. Back at the hostel, Fiona and Pat had decided to go to Playa Blanca and invited us along. After rearranging our hostel booking and booking a flight back to Bogota we began to pack our bags before an early night.