SANTA MARTA

We needed to go to Santa Marta but needed a Marina space. Tricky in Cartagena as dock full of local or charter boats. And we draw deep, nearly 3 meters so only couple of places we could go and they were of course occupied….

Kept pestering the office every day and finally we heard that the beautiful swan boat was leaving….hurrah!

So in we went, slightly nervous as it was med mooring and we don’t usually do that….med mooring is ass end in first so reverse in. It went perfect! Phew!
So tidied up, packed ready for next day all very exited.

Buss up to Santa Marta takes around 4h, kids on gadgets, lunch with us and off we went.

 

Charlie happy to see Terry the terrier
Charlie happy to see Terry the terrier

When we got there and stepped off outside our friend Stewart’s place there was a lot of shouting and screaming. And Natalie , Alice’s friend was so happy to see Alice as we were to see her. And they got a dog, Terry the terrier, the daft mutt, totally lovable and cute.

So the days rolled on. We went down to the Marina to see if we still recognise anybody and yes we did. But mostly they all remembered the kids. Even the lock to the washrooms that require your fingerprint worked on James. Mini market still there where we buy the best crema leche ice cream .

Happy Days!
Happy Days!

 

What we had forgot was how windy Santa Marta is. It was blowing around 30-40 knots and driving me mad. The world arc was coming in and we watch the mayhem from the balcony. One boat had a lot of trouble to manoeuvre in the Marina so the rest opted to anchor to start with. Eventually they all got in and we went for a wander. I even met a Finnish skipper from Pietarsaari, a town next to where I come from. How small is the world.

 

Natalie, Charlie and Alice
Natalie, Charlie and Alice
James
James
Santa Marta
Santa Marta

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