Studiously ignoring the dirty brown smelly flood waters from the night before....we pulled straight out of the pretty non-descript city of Santa Marta and caught a little local collectivo to a tiny fishing village on a beautiful cove. Settled into our brand new hostel complete with hammock and sea views and then hit the beach.

The village beach was a tad scratchy and covered in fish guts so we took a water taxi to Playa Blanco on the next bay with our new traveller buddy Katie to mong in deckchairs and get our first taste of Caribbean sea water! Just what the rain doctor ordered!

Spent a couple of days chilling out including a very drunken fiesta sampling way too many passionfruit punch cocktails which left us dancing to 80s classics and sitting on the beach until the early hours! Paid a somewhat friendly but odd local guy to 'protect' us...at which point he ran off and bought a bag of raw fish for his tea. All very surreal. And he appeared to be wearing election campaign badges as earrings. As you do!

Relaxed for a day or two more then headed back to Skanky Marta to check on our worldy possesions, which we'd left at the hostel their before promptly making a move for Tayrona National Park, to face the dengue fever epidemic, eye to eye!