I am sitting in Mickey Dees in the middle of a residential area in Cartagena called Boca Grande. It's kind of like Ft. Lauderdale with street vendors. They torture you as you stroll down the street trying to sell you fake Rolex watches and tee shirts. Jerry is in heaven. This morning we went to the old colonial city which is quite nice except for the people trying to sell you anything and everything. The buildings are beautiful, all painted different vivid colors. The music is good, the weather is hot, sticky with periods of rain. Just like home. Lots of drug money. Nice condos overlooking the ocean, upscale shops, very homogenized. That is the trouble with the world today. Everything is the same. However, I do feel safe here. No hint of trouble and loads of police all over the place, making their presence very visible.
After today we have two sea days and then home to plan for the next adventure.
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