My visit to Cartagena was a disappointment. Not that it wasn’t interesting. Wandering about the historic sections of the city kept me busy for hours and it certainly can’t be said that the town isn’t photogenic.
My disappointment stems from the fact that Cartagena is a rather popular tourist destination, and all that that implies;
- The fake landaus, (I say fake because there is nothing remotely traditional in their construction)
- The price hikes, (my reference being Santa Marta)
- The hawkers, (“Hello my friend, where are you from?”)
- The prostitutes, (supposedly representing 50% of the local females in the old town after dark. I guess that accounts for 99% if the statistics are ranged between the ages of 18 and 35). Don’t believe me? Here’s the reference.
- and the way everything is neatly geared to maximise the extraction of hard currency from short term visitors.
Dare I say that it’s just another tourist trap? Yes…
In Cartagena’s defence though, it certainly can not be said that this is the only city where the above criticisms hold true.
It didn’t help that the marina (Club Nautico) is currently a construction site offering little more than a secure place to leave your dinghy at a premium price. I’m told it should all be completed by July so don’t let that small detail deter you.
Of the visitors there seemed to be two main types;
The older wealthier version making use of the up-market hotels, and the youthful backpacker occupying the small inexpensive hostels on the old towns perimeter.
I’ll leave out the yachting community for the moment.
And I’ll say nothing more of the secret service
I was surprised to see so many backpackers! I’d thought them extinct. At least they appear to be a dying breed in Europe, (having been replaced by the wheely bag generation and the ever present trustafarians), but no…, backpackers are alive and well…, it’s just that they have changed continent.
Backpackers do what they have always done… Drink and hang around meeting other backpackers in what (to my eyes at least), is the grittier, but infinitely more interesting parts of town. But what’s a trustafarian I hear you ask?
That would be the neo-hippy white wantobe rastafarian with a trust fund. A growing phenomenon in the Caribbean and abroad. I could almost be one, except I don’t usually hitch-hike across borders these days, have the prerequisite passion for reggae music, the dreadlocks, the weed habit, the tubular cotton bracelet rack displaying my wares for sale, the musical instrument, the juggling apparatus, or the all important “trust fund” waiting for me back home.
For what it’s worth though, I do have hairy legs…! Harrumph…
These tourists are the “bread and butter” for yachtsmen making Cartagena their home away from home. I was amazed by the number of yachts offering passage to budget travellers to or from Panama. At between $300 and $500 US per person for a one way trip, and yachts large enough to accommodate up to 25 passengers, you can see why many captains linger here.
You can also see why I wouldn’t…