“Why do the directions take us through a pitch black building site! Oh my God, dogs coming at us, s@!t!…We should be close though… Oh no, maps.me just jumped, we’re nowhere near, I’m so confused…” exasperated, I look at Reid, barely making out the whites of his eyes in the dark. I trip over some rubble. “ARgh, lets just give up!”
A day’s rest in Santa Marta (thank you Santa Marta) and we were off to the neighbouring town of Minca. A slightly less trodden path, no doubt about to be overwhelmed by the increasing tourist flow, Minca retains the authenticity, charm and familiarity that for me, Cartagena lacked.