The plane was called Michael Douglas 80 and any plan spotters amongst you will know what that means (Mc Donnell Douglas) .. it might have something to do with the engines being at the back... interesting. maybe..
After our warm welcome from a local band, intended for the school kids who were our fellow passengers, we opted for a taxi over and above two buses to our destination. You can take the princess out of Sydney etc... (I mean me not Cam). Arriving at La Casa de Felipe (A French guy runs this Hostel) to find our room was not available till 1pm (it was 11am), we decided given it was over 30 degrees and we were in combats/cargos a beer was the wisest option...
by 1.30pm we'd had enough beer and were thankfully shown our room. The room was great and the rest of hostel was fantastic too...hammocks everywhere and very chilled. It didn't seem as social as the place in Bogota but maybe due to the fact it was more spread out. We decided given the heat we would discover the importance of doing nothing and got stuck into time in the hammocks... which we did for most of the day and night.
Given we only had our room for one night... (they were full after that...) we ventured out for lunch and to look for another Hostel for the next night. Lunch was spent with the locals but given our language barrier and the owner's frustration with his inability to get his point across he opted for bringing out a tray of uncooked, whole fish for us to point at (excellent approach).
We had a great view and shared it with the local stray dogs, of which there are many. To our surprise the view came with a price higher than what was in our pockets and we left with many hand signals, looks of remorse and promises to return.
After lunch we checked out two hostels. The first Pelican was a little dodgy. The Israelis who were flaked out on the sofa looked like they had experienced a big night on the local sauce and the owner was a cross between Doc from Back to the Future and Keith Richards (I wonder if he was the one who had provided the sauce??)
Divanga (tel 421 9092) was our hostel of choice for the second night (until we changed our mind when a room become available at the place we were already staying at). Divanga did have a great bar on the first floor with fantastic views of Taganga, we may have to venture over there later.
After a bit more hammock sitting we repaid our debts and enjoyed more cold beers by the playa (Spanish for beach - we are learning). Our decision for dinner was made whilst once again resting in a hammock. The local ´take away´ shop bring the menu to you, use a walkie talkie to radio the order and return on pushbike 30mins later with your order. Perfect.. one doesn't even need to move from hammock, except to get change (nobody ever has change here)
Day 2 in Taganga, we have got into the groove and basically, moved our bags to a new room, sun baked, swam, lay in hammocks, drank beer and thought about doing things....ooh although we did go to the supermarket to get some tins of tuna and red wine... crazy day.. I'm exhausted...
Tomorrow we are heading the national park so you will have a break from all the waffle..
Apparently, today is Saturday... We are off to Taganga.. On reaching the airport and seeing how many people were getting their bags wrapped in plastic we went for the same option.