01.02.2013 - 01.02.2013
It is one thing to experience La Brisa Loca and the coal dust it carries from the confines of a hotel in Santa Marta and quite another to endure it from a wall-less attic with billowing blankets as your only filter. The showers too are mostly open air, just two wet sheets that slap you with each gust as the trickle of room temperature water blows into one of the two walls and you can't stop yourself shivering because, while it is not a cold night, nor is the water freezing, the wind on your wet skin is almost unbearable. But Hotel Oso Perezoso is not without charm. Besides su nombre lindo, positives include the fantastic view of the starry sky afforded from the shower (above its flapping sheets), and the fat rescue parrot Roberto, who sits silently in his tiny cage all day. A sign informs us that he is afraid of people, so we can look, but "no tocar." Apparently his fear has affected his vocalizations for I have never met a quieter bird.
Our day and night in Taganga have only affirmed my previous suspicions about the place. It is an over-touristed, over-priced, crowded town with a rather pathetic and overused rock- and coral-strewn beach. Its one saving grace is its location on a small cove surrounded by dry, cactus-sprouting mountains on all three land-based sides. In that sense it reminded me of the upscale beach town I visited in Chile or pictures I've seen of the Italian coast. It still remains a mystery to me why the others prefer Taganga over Santa Marta, but I'll leave that poor, beaten horse alone.
Tomorrow we go diving in the morning, so we're to sleep early tonight. Same old nervousness but fainter.