Flavours, faces and a fever for life have drifted across the sea from the Caribbean and made themselves at home with the coastal Colombians in Cartagena. The brightly coloured buildings contrast like a child's drawing with the blue cloudless sky, and old peeling balconies jut out over narrow cobbled streets supporting the overspills from cafe's and rows of crafts and local food.
We threw ourselves in at the deep end in the first night, getting caught up in a celebration of the revolutionary Simon Bolivar, who fought for Colombian independence. A live band played on the stage in the main square, while mothers and sons, young couples in love and groups of friends salsa'd in the street. A female guest speaker, glad in traditional white robes was obviously held in very high regard by the locals, and delivered a speech passionate enough to get even B and I buzzed up and celebrating all things Colombianm, even though we didn't understand a word.