Trev stumbled across this 'wallpaper' while browsing the Umbro website.Unsurprisingly, they've found Tom and I handsome enough to represent their products. Bravo Umbro...
27 April 2006
26 April 2006
Carribean Dream
On arrrival in Bogota we found ourselves shacked up in Hotel International with an international bunch of international class alcoholics. Que chevre! Pedro, Matthijs, Ross and I indulged ourselves with several bottles of the keenly priced and even more keenly named "John Thomas" whisky. Only the finest malt will do. Aoife and Ash kept it classy with a couple of bottles of champagne cider. We're talking a three day long Killenaule disco here.
And so on up to the Carribean coast and the stunning Parque Tayrona. The closest thing to Fantasy island I've seen. On the first night I found myself on the beach under a full moon with a fuzzy head and LA woman in my ears. I played it a second time for you Sean. A dream realised.
Cartagena next and our last bus ride in South America. Fittingly we found ourselves amidst a throng of people outside a football stadium at the halfway stage not really knowing how we were going to get any further. We made it eventually and Cartagena de los Indios proved a real treat. The city was an important trading post for the Spanish for centuries. Francis Drake lay siege in the sixteenth century followed by many others. Ash and Ross departed and we hooked up with Doug, Scott and Vicky. Another great bunch. Feeling a bit nostalgic around this time. Very reluctant to part company with South America and Colombia in particular. You can't beat a country where it's posssible to walk down the street and find yourself being offered a stuffed calf named Juliano for thirty quid. Only for the potential hassle at borders I probably would have taken him. Until next time. Big love.
Down by the docks. Cartagena, Colombia.
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