Monday, July 27, 2009

Caucasia, Colombia

The bus from Cartegena to Caucasia. There were stops along the way for passport checks.

Caucasia Colombia
Caucasia Colombia


From Cartagena many people go north to Santa Marta for the beaches and diving, but I went south towards Caucasia and Medellin. I decided to stop in Caucasia because Medellin is quite far and the bus almost went off the road; the driver was in a skanky mood all day.

For anybody thinking about stopping in Caucasia - put a bag over your head and keep going. There's nothing there - nothing to buy, nothing to eat, nothing to see. It's just a hot, dirty little town. It's a stopover if you must stop over. The bed in my hotel was lumpier than the potatoes my mother used to make and so short I wished I had no legs; I batted mosquitoes all night and woke up looking like I had terminal acne. Can you see how my bed is wall to wall? I hope you don't have claustrophobia. Again, if you're thinking of stopping in at Caucasia: put a bag over your head and keep going.

Caucasia Colombia


“To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” – Freya Stark (Sorry Freya, not in Caucasia!)