Are we nearly there yet?
25.12.2011 - 26.02.2012 33 °C
We head into Monteria town centre for dinner. The canal side is teeming with families. All of a sudden I worry about more mossie bites. The last ones have turned really nasty. Swollen purple raised bumps on my legs and arms. They lie dormant for a few hours then they start to niggle, tempting an innocent scratch, you oblige. The poison is re-activated. Within 5 minutes the bite and surrounding area are on fire, an itch tornado. I want a knife to cut out the eye of the storm. Mutherf&@kers!!
We opt for pizza for dinner with Club Colombia to wash it down. Then home and tucked up in a single bed with a fan whirring above our heads.
I'm desperate for a lie in but no, up at the dawn of crack. I'm excited though, today we will reach the sea. That will be the Caribbean of course! After a quick breakfast and a sleepy pack. Where is my phone? Where is my jacket (which I don’t need because it's so goddam hot!) Did we leave my hat in the car? ... We head off in convoy towards the coast. We are scheduled to stop for lunch first, at yet another aunt and uncles. We arrive a while later, cutting off from the main road down a dirt track, at a huge gate. It opens up automatically and uncovers a long driveway and a beautiful hacienda nestled in trees at the end.
We park under awnings and are ushered on a shaded veranda and into the house. A tasty lunch with lots of aunts, uncles and cousins a few grannies and one granddad. He' wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, looks about 100 and is drinking whiskey. I love him. One of Ricky's cousins is a model with incredible fake boobs and the huskiest Spanish voice I ever heard. Ricardo explains that she and her rich Colombian boyfriend flash packed around Europe staying in 5 star hotels. Hehe. I escape back to the veranda for a smoke. It's baking, easily into the 30s. A full on lunch, all served to us by staff. Then we're off again. People are so hospitable here. I get kisses and hugs. As we drive out of the gate another car flies past and hits an iguana crossing the road. It's tail comes clean off. I watch out the back of the car, it's stunned, but manages to walk itself to the side of the road. Leaving a neat tail, or 1/3 of its body in the middle of the road. Tatiana Ricardo's cousin says that it should survive without it, in Spanish. I understand what she says! My Spanish is slowly improving. 1.5 hours to the sea. After many dirt tracks and pot hole avoidance, we turn into a modern development. We unpack and as we head around the front I spy the Caribbean, like a blue green jewel glinting in the setting sun.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Sun, sea and sand
The apartment is in an ultra modern block right on the beach with beautiful views over the sea. We deposit our bags in the room, I slip on my cossie and head down for a swim and end of day sunning. Glorious! I'm happy.