Well, the hoard of Colombian travelers has taken a sharp decline and Taganga is seeming more and more like the sleepy little fishing village that I know and love. I've been feeling a bit lost these days with my essays all done and me just waiting for my last references to come in. Now that all my deadlines have passed and the diving has dried up I don't even know what to do with myself. I've been surfing the web, hitting the beach and drinking my last few gulps of delicious freshly made fruit juice before the bubble bursts and I've got to leave, again.
The turistas here can really drink and they put me to shame the last few nights. But with only a few days left here, I don't really feel like wasting half the day in a hangover state. I'm enjoying milling around, reading something other that Harry Potter in Spanish and even made it to Rodedero one day. It's a nearby beach that much more posh and built up than Taganga. I didn't love it but it was a nice change of scenery for the day. A quick side story ... I was finishing my delicious mango-banana juice as I got on the bus for Rodedero. A man behind me asked me if I was finished with the cup so I nodded and handed to him. He took it, opened the window and tossed it on the road. That's Colombia!
I've finally made a plan to get out of here. I've booked a flight to Pasto, which is in the very southwest of Colombia, and will head back up to the Caribbean coast by bus. Flying means that I don't have to do a loop and that I have an actual go-time as opposed to the dreaded 'I'll leave tomorrow' syndrome. I'm excited to get moving again. It's been a good long while since I really backpacked but I can't wait. I'm leaving my big bag here, even though it will be a pain to come back and pick it up. Somehow it makes me smile knowing I'll have to come back to Taganga to retrieve it. Even if I'm back for only an hour or two. It'll be worth it.