Rodadero beach- touristville

Trip Start Jan 07, 2013
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Trip End Aug 01, 2013


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Flag of Colombia  , Magdalena,
Sunday, January 27, 2013

Let me first describe a scene I think encompasses rodadero well:
imagine lying in your hammock between two palm trees only a few steps from the crashing waves. The moon reflects off the ocean water as a light breeze ruffles the palm trees, muting the sound of distant bongos and cheerful singing. Nothing could ruin this idyllic scene. But wait, cue pregnant hooker... In the best Spanish I can muster, I tell her Im not interested, I have a beautiful girlfriend, Im married, anything to get her to leave. I pull the introverted writer card and just ignore her while I stare at my journal. Then she leaves! And comes back... With a joint... She blows pot in my face and mumbles a question of why I'm alone. Frustrated, I tell her to go away I'm every language I can, wishing i knew more Spanish. I finally pack up my things to head back to the hotel and continue my Spanish training app...

When i got into colombia i called greg to see where he was. as Ive said, we have some pretty loose planning habits. He was on some island with new friends, but would meet me at a place just outside of Santa Marta. Rodadero is a small, upper-middle class destination for Colombian tourists. It wouldn't normally be a stop on my map, but through some booking.com maneuvers we were able to stay here, in a hotel (with a bed!), for $.06 a night. That's even before dividing it between the two of us.

The beach has some potential for sun, but the waves are small and the sand packed with way too many lifeless humans. Everyone is crowded under umbrellas and into tents with a constant stream of vendors selling greasy empanadas and cheap sunglasses. Literally the only white person in sight, I have to have a permanent mean mug to keep them at bay.

There were plenty of positives to the stop. I got my own hotel room for a while, and the first bed I've slept in for weeks! Plenty of personal time to meditate, read, journal, and all of the other more introverted activities I've been neglecting. I caught a beautiful sunset and the food was also pretty good, I've been eating way too much street food for a guy who was food poisoned last week. The adventurousness of my diet turns out to be inversely proportional to the quality of my accommodation. Despite having many, many more nights here (we booked like 16 for less than a dollar) I will be leaving as soon as possible for some more tranquil ground.
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