In the morning, after crashing in another dorm room we boarded a bus to go rafting on the class V Rio Suarez. Unfortunately the water was too high and they decided to give us kickboards and let us fend for ourselves on the Rio Fonce.
I could not get my camera out during the whitewater, but we hit a few nasty stretches. Fortunately the water was so high that there were few rocks to run into or get trapped under.
After finishing rafting we walked along the river through a park dominated by Spanish moss.
We waited for the bus to Bucaramanga and had lunch along the river. Below is a crappy picture of the meal we shared. It was filled with sausage, Yucca, and Plantains.
Along the way, we got stopped again for an hour. People seem to expect it as everyone gets out and buys some drinks from the street vendors. How the street vendors know to be out here in the middle of nowhere is beyond me. I sat on the curb with a teenage girl from Santa Marta showing her pictures and sharing superficial stories.
In Bucaramanga my brother and I were to split ways. He was flying back to Cartagena to fly back to the states with Lisa and I was going to bus to the Northeast coast to tackle the Tayrona Park. I had time to kill before my bus left so I grabbed a cab with him to the airport to see him off. About 10 minutes in I realized that this trip in rush hour to airport was going to take 2 hours. I said goodbye and got out of the cab in a less than friendly section of the city.
What was my first thought, hit a cash machine. Second I stopped and bought some ice cream. Now I blended in walking down the road with an ice cream and a large backpack with a Canadian flag glued on.
I walked across a bridge and a cab stopped me. He said I should probably get in. I did and went back to the airport to wait until dark when my bus would leave for 12 hr ride.
Until Tomorrow
Darren
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