We moved to Santa Marta for a night, and the next day said goodbye to Megan, who was heading back to Cartagena to go home, and me and Ambar set off for Palomino alone, as we'd heard you could go tubing down the river there and we thought we'd check it out. Ws spent a while trying to find the right bus on the street, turns out it wasn't as easy as 'the big old bus that says Palomino and Tayrona on the front' like the girl at the hostel said, as there were about ten thousand diffferent buses, all old, all various different sizes, and a lot saying Tayrona, but not Palomino, which was confusing! On the bus we actually ended up getting was Jeffrey, which was random!

Palomino was a strange and confusing place, where pigs and horses are friends, people have giant taps high up on the walls, and there are enormous tyres at regular intervals along the beach... We didn't get the best nights sleep ever either, due to the hammocks being made out of stupid material that stayed damp, and an annoying group of dogs who decided to also sleep in the hammock room with us, but then wake up at 4am, and run around and bark, and play under the hammocks so that their tails hit you in the head, but then left the hammock room at about 8am, by which time everyone had given up on trying to sleep and got up. THANKS DOGS.

The tubing was pretty cool and chilled. We took a Colombian girl from our hostel with us, and all got mototaxis up most of the way, stopping to pick up our tubes, then having to try and balance them sitting on the back of the motorbike, then had a little walk up and back down a hill until we reached the river. Then we just drifted along down the river, using our arms as paddles to try not to bang into stuff, and eventually emptying out into the sea! Luckily I didn't find out until afterwards that the next river along is infested with crocodiles, and given that all the rivers join together at some point, its hard to believe that they don't sometimes get into that one as well!

The following few days were basically filled with rain. So much rain! We returned to the Dreamer for the last time to find buckets everywhere catching the rain that was coming through the roof, and an almost overflowing pool! We almost escaped from Santa Marta, but failed as the bus was cancelled because of the road being washed away or something like that but made it the next night, although it stopped A LOT of times, where there was only one lane because part of the road was washed away, where there were accidents because of the rain and, most impressively, where there was a huge rockfall into the road and a digger clearing it away! There was also a few mountains, which Ambar was excited about, having come down from Central America, but I was spectacularly unimpressed with, having already travelled the length of the Andes!