Santa Marta

IMG_20200301_210353_053I awoke the next morning and nothing was clear.  I was pretty sure I was going home and was kind of excited about that.  We gathered in the lobby and the CEO said nothing.  The people who were headed to Santa Marta to begin the trek headed for the transport.  I looked at the CEO and he said nothing.

Finally he asked me what I was going to do.  I asked if he had heard from them.  Of course he had, but had failed to clue me in.  Basically, I could leave the tour early, and get new flights.  The flights would be five days later, and I would need to book my own hotel rooms, and I would have to pay 600 dollars to rebook my flight–more than I paid for the original flight.

So, obviously, I said I was going to start the trek.

So we all took the transport to Santa Marta.  The group was quiet, maybe even a little tense, and we made good time.  It was a four hour drive, but the scenery was good.  I could have used a book for some of it, but I hadn’t bought the book at the airport, so I was out of luck.

In Santa Marta, we were given our walking tour.  There were only four of us at this point.  We went to a vegetarian restaurant and I had a falafel wrap.  Obviously not authentically Colombian, but it tasted pretty good.

We went to the shops to get some more essentials.  I would need some TP as there was no guarantee there would be any at the camps.  Since I was sick, I had to take this seriously.  I also had to get some hand sanitizer.

Later, I split with the group and walked around.  I went down to the beach and dipped my feet in the water–went for a paddle as the Brits say.  The beach was fun, but I am not a beach person.  I was also concerned about the upcoming trek and wondered how it would all go.

The newly formed trekking group met at six.  There were some Canadians on the tour and they spotted me in my Raptors t-shirt immediately.  The new CEO had everyone introduce themselves, and I was much happier with the new group.  He then went over the trip and how it would unfold.  Since the eight new members were there specifically for the trek, I could tell they were a bit more hardcore than I was.

The CEO then asked me about my illness and what happened.  I explained to the group that I had almost bailed out and was quite nervous.  They were all pretty supportive and I felt a lot better.

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We went out to eat a local specialty and were in a restaurant with some fantastic paintings of the 27 club and David Bowie.  The food was bit too heavy and my stomach really wasn’t feeling better.

The next morning we packed the things we would carry in our small packs and left the other things at the hotel.  We were going to be gone for five days and everything had to be carried by us in that time.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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4 Responses to Santa Marta

  1. retrodee says:

    It sounds like it’s been quite the adventure. I’ve really enjoyed the pics. I love this “Club 27” (and David Bowie) art tribute– very cool.

  2. Hunida says:

    My gosh, so sorry you got sick & they made it so difficult for you to bow out of the next activities. I’m glad you got a group of nice people & even some fellow Canadians! 🙂

    • Anthony says:

      Group trips are tough. You get both good and bad groups, good and bad moments, and weird alliances and gripes come to the surface.
      One day I am going to be a famous blogger and my trips will be sponsored……I might as well dream big.

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