I've been on holiday 3 times in Cartagena, and of course I did what everyone should do there honky rolo: to know the Castle of San Felipe and take pictures with a hat pirate sweat, get into the old shoes in the sea that is dirtier than an old shoe, eating on the rule of Juan del Mar in the walled city, taking drives, insolation at a hotel in such catalog, leave rumba to sites that are an identical copy of rumbiadero Bogota graceless fashion, fall prey to the millions of sellers who salivate at my pint of cop, etc. But I never knew better in Cartagena as a few days ago, I went to work and I was not even a full day.
With my pint of cop and the vacation experience prior to arrival at the airport taxi drivers expect a flood of saying things incomprehensible and costeñol willing to empty my wallet with any tour, but this time at 9 am in low season and no festival in Cartagena schedule, possibly to wear them it was only going to that place where you do not find foreign to which suck blood. Fortunately, there was a company Cartagena waiting there, who, are of little Caribbean Santiago Cruz and Ricardo Arjona could not hide his laugh to see me with exaggerated view of a roller I wore a seat belt.
then undertook the road and he, as a good host must be devoted to show me the way some new buildings irrelevant and seemed unfinished remains of the parties of any of the festivals that are made in Cartagena, with the additional problem that nobody worked for that one day they were just living and terminated. The strange event was scheduled at 9:00 am, ten minutes after the plane put your tires in the city, and despite my desire and concern about the apparent delay, there nobody cared if we started the meeting 10, 11, 12 or even if not we started.
The road was a dirt road (and new) with two tiny lanes, fit to be traveled only by R4s; on the sides never had a construction over two floors and many of the single story of the suit were old and worn opaque paint. People crossed the street again without the least desire to save life, others were on the platform watching what was happening out there and our car seemed a novelty in their lives, but where he remained only until the end of the eyes. There everything works differently and it seems that apathy reigns. Everything works differently from the Cartagena elegant offered to tourists. Everything works differently to the Cartagena coming out on television when it comes to the Hay Festival Rubén Blades, Willem Dafoe to the film festival, Javier Bardem doing a movie or Poncho Renteria to any event.
The Cartagena without walls probably have less grace Ibague and is inhabited by hundreds of thousands of people who, if not for the negligence of Cartagena, could easily bring down the walls that protect Juan del Mar and Raimundo Angulo at the point of rocks, machetes and frustration. However, the inertia of this city makes most of Cartagena are dedicated to nurturing the opulent walled and certainly without much toil, is dedicated to making braids and massages on the beach, selling oysters sunny or simply steal pale carriers vueltiao hat.
however, remains the preferred place to turn your head in a shaker at the point of braids shirts, skin color tone shirt America de Cali and take photos, which will in Caras magazine, weddings guayabera and in the worst cases of pairings. The best representation of Cartagena was the famous episode Guainía Miss, who, without blushing at its own English said he was "in Cartagening felicitin Hilton." This is the walled city, which shows a pretentious side but rotting from the inside (in this case on the outside) and mostly not funny. Once done the work for which I went to this city, despite having walked 3 times and no longer knew, I returned to Bogotá, which is already better or talk.
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