I wanna Taganga

We bid a fond farewell to our new friends in Cartagena and caught a minibus to Taganga on Saturday morning. If you are going to travel by bus in Colombia then travel by minibus. It was new, airconditioned, and the driver picked us up at one door and dropped us at the next. Perfect.

We spent the first night at Casa de Felipe which is an amazing hotel set back into the hillside and a bit off the beach in Taganga. Of course we didn't have reservations so we took what was left which was a little room up the road from the hotel a bit. The neighbor had a 4am ranchero music fetish so sleeping was impossible for Angela. I can sleep through an air raid so it didn't bother me any. The room was also about 104F which didn't help.

We initially thought the town was named Taganga because that's the sound a toilet makes when it flushes, and if you buy smoothies from the wrong vendor (which we did) you may become uncomfortably familiar with the old "taganga" sound. But it's 24 hours later and we're all better.So we moved to Casa Blanca and this is the view from our hammock. Amazing. The price is double for the holidays so we pay a whopping $30/night. Not too shabby. Down on the beach are vendors selling fresh mango and papaya juice and anything else you might want without getting off your towel. We also found a custom bikini seamstress and Angela is having 2 and a half bikinis hand stitched for her and ready in 24 hours. In Alaska you can't even get your internet hooked up in 24 hours and all someone has to do is throw a switch. This place rocks. We are extending an extra night and then heading farther north to beaches with nothing but sand and perhaps a surfing school, stay tuned. Grilled fish here is also amazing and all we've been eating. D lish.