Up at 6 once more this morning, for some purpose I’m acquiring up way earlier than I do when I’m not traveling. Possibly it has a little something to do with the truth that there’s almost nothing to do in Santa Marta after the sun goes down, and almost way also a lot to do when it comes up. Just after a cup of tinto and some fresh orange juice to get the day started off, I caught a minibus 10 minutes north by means of a windy road to the little fishing village of Taganga, identified as a laid-back fishing village and as a jumping-off stage to get to one of the most effective seashores in the region.
Right after a failed try along a foot path to consider to reach Playa Grande, I backtracked to the village and employed a boat, which ended up being a great selection anyways since there’s not considerably coral at Playa Grande and the boat I rented took me to an outcove even further away from the beach with some wonderful coral. I have no strategy of the names of fish, but I saw fish with black and white stripes, giant purple fish the size of a dinner plate, and individuals trumpet fish that are prolonged and thin and have a substantial nose (possibly they’re termed trumpet fish? I have no thought). I would make a horrible scientist.
By noon I was able to head back to Santa Marta and took the unexpectedly prolonged trip to Cartagena via Baranquilla, which is the place I am currently, somewhat moist, genuinely exhausted, and on the lookout forward to checking out the town.
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