At night we went out with some people we met from the Hostel, the Platypus, a 30 year old Spanish woman and 37 year old Colombian. I´ve found that I am frequently the youngest traveler, expect the 37 year old did have a 22 year old girlfriend. Maybe I´ve been setting my sights too young and should be looking for a boyfriend 15 years my elder...kidding!
Speaking of boyfriends...why does every Latin American man/boy think it is appropriate to always ask ¿Tienes un novio? as the second or third question in a conversation? (you all thought I was going to say I met someone, didn´t you?) I´ve begun answering this question in the affirmative, by making up an all-caring, non jealous, understanding boyfriend who is too busy studying or working to come travel with me. I find this answer puts the conversation in my control and stops any further come-ons, for the most part.
Here are some photos from random points on our trip:
In Cartagena
First Motorcycle ride
Our creepy military friend who we met on the way up to the Lost City
With Miguel, our guide, in the Lost City
Maryanne in the Lost City
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