Regular followers may have noticed a lapse in updates since we mentioned moving hotels to sandier beaches. Whilst we found the sand, we unfortunately lost the wi-fi and internet access and indeed any connection with the outside world as mobiles were rendered useless, the TV was in Spanish and RM couldn't access his Daily Telegraph on the Kindle. So we arrive for our very final night in Bogota with lots of catching up to do.
Having said all that, there has been little to report over the last seven days which have followed a very similar pattern:
Breakfast, after a lovely lie in, consisted of wonderful fresh fruit juices, Columbian coffee, scrambled eggs with cheese and ham followed by bread and jam. We then decamped to the white sandy beach, about 40 yards from our room, dropped our towels and had a morning constitutional along the bay where the only people we saw were those sweeping leaves off the beach. We then got settled for the day on what was a very deserted part of the beach although there was the comings and goings of various boats and divers to keep us amused. We saw fish being filleted with the insides tossed into the sea for the expectant gulls and other assorted birds. There were small fish to be seen in the sea and in the afternoon horses were taken for a dip and on Saturday we had the excitement of the horse racing on the beach. Our day was only punctuated by a walk to one of the nearby beach bars for a chilled beer or a cooling dip in the turquoise Caribbean sea.
The sunset was watched from the coolness of our balcony with a glass of chilled SB in hand (having bought up the eleven bottles from the shop next to our first hotel before we left). Our evening dinner was spent at one of two local restaurants where we sampled a wonderful array of fish whilst the sea was lapping at our ankles.
Does it sound idyllic, yes it was – very but we are really looking forward to coming home tomorrow and catching up with you all.
Sunset from our balcony
The deserted beach where we took our morning walk.
This is what are called Sea Horses.
Peter wasnted to send Easter Greetings to all his friends but because he didn't have wi-fi, he was a Hot Cross Bunnie! Still at least he had a glass of SB to hand.
One of the views from our balcony to the other part of the hotel: we were obviously in a suite in the main part!
The view from the Grandstand i.e. the sea. We've never been to the races before without a hat! We should have bought those Panamas after all!