Here is the track of our route from Santa Marta to Cartagena.  It was another over night sail so we could arrive in Cartagena at daylight.  We sailed well clear of Barranqilla where the Rio Magdelina empties into the sea. Apparently it’s not uncommon to find large logs, refrigerators, dead livestock, etc. floating in the debris field which you don’t want to hit at anytime, especially at night.

Another awesome sunset on our sail to Cartagena.

This was a surprise to see.  Who would have known the Colombians have a submarine.  We were entering the bay while she was heading out.

Arriving in Cartagena early in the morning.

This is the old town.

This is the new town.

We chose marina Club de Pesca as our temporary home or should we say they chose us.  Club de Pesca is a private marina, so they decide who they let in.  I think Teresa’s language skills were the difference.

Little did we know at this time, but this would be one of the last jobs performed by the first mate on Sea Rose until further notice.

Sea Rose all secure in her slip.  She will stay here for one month while we return to USA and then onto B.C., Canada for a grizzly bear trip and cooler weather.

The view from the marina looking towards the old town.

Geary at the front gates to Club de Pesca.  The marina had excellent security and very friendly staff.

One of the many squares in the old town part of Cartagena.

A statute in memory Pope John Paul II visit.

Lunch at the Santa Teresa Hotel which was once a convent.

We did stop!

We’re with Trump!

Comrade Teresa buying Vodka shots.

Fireworks display in the old town as seen from the fore deck of Sea Rose.

Before departing Club de Pesca we needed to refuel.  The fuel dock was just in front of our berth and was utter chaos, it was every man for himself.

We finally slowly moved our way out not knowing if anyone would move out of our way. We did eventually find our way to the fuel dock.

Adios Cartagena, onto the San Blas islands.