The hotel was full but we still managed to the breakfast on terrace in private. The weather was back to normal after yesterday's rain and the sun was out - we would go to Playa Grande today.

We double checked about the safety of walking round the headland and were told to either wait for a group to join or the police and walk with them, just in case of being robbed. The alternative was to take a boat round which we considered to be the easier option.

We walked up the beginning of the track though because it had nice views back into the bay. The boat ride was very quick, within 10 minutes we were on the beach in Playa Grande. It wasn't that great though but in fairness it was better than Taganga's beach. It was a fairly narrow beach with heaps of deck chairs in front of restaurants. Like Taganga's beach, it smelt faintly of ****.

We sat and watched people, from the rocks at the end of the beach, for an hour before seeking some shade and a cold beer. We took the boat back to Taganga and had lunch at Swedish inspired cafe, Bonsai. The sandwiches were really good even if the staff didn't know the difference between garlic and curry. David ordered a curry chicken sandwich (with the last portion of chicken) which came with garlic alioli. For simplicity David just asked for portion of curry sauce on the side but they sent a pot of garlic alioli. We tried explaining again that we wanted curry and it turns out we should have asked for 'koo-ray' and not 'ku-ray' (pronounce in English, not Latin to make sense of that) which was interpreted as 'garlic'.

We changed out of our beach clothes at hotel and took a taxi to Santa Marta bus station. The driver was crazy, although one of the very few who knew how to get to our requested destination, and took us through the city at breakneck speed. He perhaps thought we were trying to make the earlier bus, which we could have, with his driving.

To our relief, our bus tickets were in the system ok. And more to our relief, was the bus having large(ish) and comfy seats. There were some very poor looking villages between Santa Marta and Barranquilla. The housing was verging on looking like slums.

We watched the sun set over sea before we headed inland and darkness descended. Without a movie being shown there wasn't much else to do but try and get some sleep.