Leaving Santa Marta, Columbia

I felt like a flapjack in a skillet last night. No idea what kind of storm we were in, but more bottles and drawers were flying open and the rumor is someone was knocked out of bed. I can believe it. Needless to say we (hope to) sleep well tonight.

We did a tour to a church, much related to Simon Bolivar the great liberator (who died of syphilis at 47), a botanical garden (maybe 3 flowers there?) a gold museum, and an outdoor folkloric show (we were told it was indoors!)

The sun was very hot and it was humid and sticky. Temps close to 90. Since it was Sunday, there wasn’t much going on. As usual, we are the only ship in port.

Our tour guide, Hugo, looked very indigenous but had excellent English and was very thoughtful and pleasant. He seemed delighted that I was practicing my (very limited Spanish). I love it when they let me practice and correct it when I’m not quite right.

We are all weary under hot and humid conditions. It seems to get more difficult with each passing year.

Lunch

We had a quick lunch in the buffet, always a little treacherous given all the temptations. Then I downloaded photos and kept trying to download and upload files with minimal success.

Shower

Oh what a miracle. I felt so much better yet still drained.

Tonight’s entertainment

A very good comedian just making observations on the lives of all of us. What a way to look at life. I could never be that clever.

Panama Canal

The best info we have is that the ship will start through around 7 am Mountain time zone for you in the US. Just as in the Suez passage, we must join a queue and wait our turn.

50s rock and roll party on the upper deck tonight. They’ll have to do it without us.