"THE USE OF TRAVELING IS TO REGULATE IMAGINATION BY REALITY, AND INSTEAD OF THINKING HOW THINGS MAY BE, TO SEE THEM AS THEY ARE". Samuel Johnson

I had a coffee and we went for a short walk around, everything so pleasant. We returned and Omar the taxi driver was already there waiting. We went to the bus terminal and bought 16:30 tickets to Medellin for 800000 each. From there we went to a convent up the hill, Castle of San Felipe de Barajas, Boca grande, Walled City, the house of Garcia Marquez, the church where Pablo Montoya was married. The city is modern and then all the huts belonging to the poor opposite the coast.
I really liked Cartagena, at midday Omar left us at the bus terminal, we gave him 100000 and we went to the internet, no one had written, while we await to depart. The airport is closer to the city than the bus terminal. We departed on time 12 hours and a Silvestre Stallone movie with Wesley Snipes, bad movie later we arrived. There were many soldiers on the road, although the air con was high and I got a little cold i was able to sleep all night.
When we were at Cartagena, we saw an man without legs on top of a trolley pushing his way along with his hands. I glanced over at Shorty and he at me, we didn't say anything but were thinking the same thing, we make such a fuss when immigration and customs delay our journey or when coffee is served cold or the hotel doesn't supply hot water, we forget to appreciate despite being in a fortunate position.

IMAGES

1 - Outside the house of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2 - City views from the hilltops
3 - Fruit seller
4 - The Fort
5 - Walled city
6 - View from hotel

SAME TEXT HERE IN SPANISH: Día 27 Domingo 24

Me tome un café y salimos a caminar por un rato por los alrededores, todo un placer, regresamos al enseguida y ya nos estaba esperando Omar el taxi metrista, fuimos a la Terminal de bus compre los pasajes para las 16.30 a Medellín 800.000 cada uno, de ahí nos fuimos al convento en el cerro, Castillo San Felipe De Barajas,Bocagrande, centro amurallado, casa de García Marquez, iglesia donde se caso Pablo Montoya. La ciudad moderna y los ranchos o favelas, un pobrerío con el hermoso Caribe enfrente.
Me gustó mucho Cartagena de Indias o Cartagena La Heroica, nos dejo de mediodía Omar en la Terminal y aquí estamos esperando, fuimos al Internet y nadie me escribió. El aeropuerto esta cerquita, queda más lejos del centro la Terminal de buses.
Le dimos 100.000 a Omar, Salimos a 16.30 12 horas de viaje con una película de Silvestre Stallone y el negro Wesley Snipes mas mala. Muchos militares en la carretera, con el aire acondicionado muy fuerte pase un poco de frió durante la noche pero dormí casi todo el viaje.
Cuando estábamos recorriendo Cartagena vimos un tipo sin piernas arriba de un carrito con trapos en las manos empujándose, nos miramos con Shorty y no dijimos nada pero estábamos pensando lo mismo, que uno hace un drama porque te demoran los tramites en la aduana o el café te lo sirven un poco frió o no hay agua caliente en el hotel sin apreciar lo afortunado que somos