It was a late night last night, and a long day, and it's late, so I really can't be bothered writing a lot right now. But, I don't want to do the beautiful city of Cartagena, my first stop in Colombia (which so far has been amazing, just like everyone told me), and injustice. So Instead, just like I did in high school, I'll make it look like I've written a lot more than I really have through the use of pictures, graphs and anything else I can think of.

First of all, Cartagena was HOT:

Cartagena Temperatures °C

Well, that's what it felt like anyway. I didn't check the actual temperatures. It was hot and humid the entire time, but early in the morning or late at night, it was a beautiful city to walk around.

The famous Torre del Reloj, or Clock Tower.

Cartagena's old city is undoubtedly it's main attraction, particularly the inner "Walled City". It is a real gem of colonial architecture, packed with churches, monasteries, plazas, palaces and mansions with their overhanging balconies and shady patios. The old town is surrounded by Las Murallas, the thick walls built to protect it against enemies since the 16th century.

The weirdest activity of Cartagena (and the whole trip thus far) was the volcano "mud bath" we hopped into yesterday afternoon. I don't know how, or why this is considered a thing to do here, but it is. And so me, Marc and Finna (whom I met on the San Blas Islands cruise) stripped down to our undies and jumped in. With a bunch of strangers.

It supposedly has some healing qualities for your skin and bones, although I'd bet those benefits are questionable at best. There are bits of debris all in the mud, which you don't know (or want to know) what they are, and there are tens of other and legs touching you all at once. There are locals sitting in the mud all day that offer massages - oddly enough they're all men. Then, after you've enjoyed your time in the mud (and we dipped our heads in for the full experience), you hop out and get wiped down (by another man), then walk down to the river, which is about 50 metres away. This was probably the best, and funniest part of the entire experience. You pay a local old lady at the river to wash you down, and it must be said she does a bloody good job. She managed to get 99% of the mud off of me, and I had mud EVERYWHERE. Yes, she saw my penis.