After two hours by boat from Capurgana' to Turbo, one day on a bus to Monteria, one transfer to a different bus after crossing by walk a collapsed bridge, one night spent at the bus station of Monteria waiting for the 4am connection service, and eight more hours on the bus, I finally arrived in Cartagena de Indias, considered as one of the fines colonial towns in America. The old city is nice but, in all honesty, there are too many tourists which make me feel the city like a fake entertainment park for gringos in search of cheap emotions. Cocaine sellers are everywhere, everybody has "blanca" in their pockets and weed as well. It seems to me that the main exported product of Colombia worldwide is considered by many people a real must-to-do and not a dangerous drug; a pride for the whole nation and not a shame like it is. Think only that pushers are not afraid to sell their "goods" even in front of a van filled by policemen, think that many t-shirts on sale have printed the face of Pablo Escobar - the infamous powerful drug lord who ruled the country until mid '90s - and even think that most of the tourists here are those kind of "tourists" in search of nothing else but the illusions given by a chemical "fiesta".
Many things to think about... so let's think, let's think.
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