Tierra Bomba, contrast to Cartagena

As my hormones got more saturated in my system, my ability to communicate, explain, and organize others went straight to zero. I decided to go to the nearby Tierra Bomba Island with a really nice group of people from my hostel, and mostly let them organize everything, without much participation.

Unfortunately, we were kinda scammed, paying upfront for the round trip boat ride from Cartagena to the island and back. Bottom line, the experience was still
nice and I particularly enjoyed part when we were waiting for the boat in the local port, playing with kids and trying street food for 30 cents. On the upside we were scammed for about 3$ per person, so that made it easier to make our peace with it.

The island Tierra Bomba was very empty and we headed to a famous beach on the other side of the island, that looked quite close. The roads are mostly dirt roads and we saw no cars - only motos. It was easy to get lost, so we did it couple of times, but we always found our way. The walk was nice and the sea even nicer, but every squared meter of the beach belonged to a bar or a restaurant so we had to choose one.

On the way back we headed to another port village as we thought that’s where the boat will pick us up. The place was super local, and there was a lot of poverty - like a negative of the modern skyscrapers dominating the other side of the sea…just a quick 15-minute boat ride away. Everyone was curious about us, they were asking, suggesting, calling someone to ask something. I was out of the chaos and let the kids play with my hair, play with my hands, play with my skin, closing my eyes and focusing on their words and moves. I let their happiness dissolve my monthly inner disagreement with myself and really enjoyed the moment of not knowing when and how we will be back but also not feeling responsibility. That day, after a long time, I flew.Okumaya devam et