Day Fourty: El Cabo

I wake up at 10am after 11 hours of much needed sleep.  Arepas for breakfast and we head to the nude beach, which is virtually empty.  There are two couples on the far end.  We pass them on our way back.  You don't want to look but can't help it...

I bought a bag from this man

I walk down to the next beach and meet Rohit, Fabrizio, Lorenzo.  They were with four other people whose names I didn't get.  Aside from the couple from France and Fabrizio and Lorenzo from Italy, no one in the group knew each other before their trip.  They met on the six day hike to and from the lost city.  Rohit is from New York.  He is a trader for Citi on his 2 week mandatory leave.  Fabrizio is a manager for Alitalia and Lorenzo is a train conductor in Italy.  There is a sunburned man from Germany, a lady from London and the couple from France who I didn't get a chance to speak to, but I plan to meet later at the tents at El Cabo. 

Alanna, Julia, Meghan decide to change our plans for after Tayrona.  We are booked to fly back to Bogota and spend two days there before Meghan and Julia fly back to New York and Alanna and I continue on to Cartagena.  We want to change our flights so we will take a bus with the group from here to Cartagena before heading on to Medellin for two days.

We hike to the area by the banana trees where there is a little reception to make the changes.  It takes over an hour and a half to change it.  G, L's boyfriend, left earlier today to head back to New York.  He got to the airport and he couldn't find his passport.  L is with us trying to get in touch with him.  He missed his flight.  He is coming back to the villa.

Yoga starts at 6pm and goes for two and half hours.  We have a late dinner and it is too dark to make the twenty-minute trek back to El Cabo once we finish.  Perhaps I'll see my new friends tomorrow.

After dinner, we sit under the stars.  The moon is hiding tonight so the sky is lit up with stars.  No moon also means the bugs are out.  A praying mantis befriends us.

L tells us about her first trip to Colombia with G, who is from Calle, Colombia.  Her bag didn't make it and she had a black tie event to attend so she had to find a dress.  She went to every store in Calle that sold fancy dresses but not one fit her because they were all huge in the breasts.  Most of the women here have boob jobs.  Colombia is a huge plastic surgery destination.  G tells me that for their fifteenth birthday, most girls are given the option of a boob job or a trip to Europe.  They all get the boob job.

Good music, caiparinas and stories before heading to bed.  I like being without television or internet.  The lack of distractions allows me to relax and disconnect for a little while.  See more pictures.