Wednesday – We left after a rather busy and sad day at the funeral of Brock Grant, a member of our long-time travel group, the Intrepids. It was a lovely celebration of the life of a lovely man and he will be missed very much.
It seems to be farther to the departure gates every time we pass through Pearson. I guess we’re just a bit slower each time. We’d been in the departure lounge a short time when Cathy joined us, followed by Lynn. We’re a small group this time. Eventually we were aboard a very crowded flight, and on our way about 12:15 am.
Thursday – We landed at Bogota at some crazy early hour and there was a time change involved. It might have been 4 am. We had a couple hours to clear customs and immigration and find our departure gate. But then it got complicated – suddenly. We were dealing with an officer for a few minutes and suddenly Larry and Cathy were sent off in one direction and Lynn and I were ushered to the back of a long, unmoving line of people. None of the attendants spoke English and our Spanish is minimal, but using French, we found that we were in line to pay an entry fee. Larry and Cathy were exempt because of their ages. After a very long wait, we paid and were sent on our way, wondering where the others were.
[Larry version: the others (Larry & Cathy), after waiting for more than 30 minutes on the Columbia side of the immigration barrier, were finally ordered to move on. Through an extensive “Duty-Free” mishmash was the Customs Barrier. This was the Connections Zone and you needed a “Connection Boarding Pass” to pass through, but the missing Janice had Larry’s. While debating which of us had the best chance of talking us through the gate, the missing Janice and Lynn appeared behind us, and all was well.]
It’s a large and somewhat confusing airport, but we caught up with them at Departures. They couldn’t enter because I had Larry’s boarding pass. Once inside, though, we discovered, and sampled, genuine Juan Valdez coffee!
We boarded on time but it was a long wait before take-off. Very interesting landscape below, once we were in the air.
At the Cartagena airport we quickly retrieved our bags and found our driver, who delivered us to the hotel around 9 am. Our rooms weren’t ready, but they told us we would have them by 3 or sooner, as soon as they were cleaned and ready. We enjoyed an interesting and vast buffet breakfast, then settle in by the gorgeous pool. The “Sofitel Santa Clara” is beautiful, luxurious and impressive. At the same time Cartagena is hot and humid, and we sat around until after 3:30 before we got our rooms.
We were tired, hot and getting cranky. Cathy decided to have a massage, which was wonderful. Lynn swam in the huge pool and may have napped a bit beside it. Larry and I felt real regret at having forgotten to pack our bathing suits. I considered shopping for one but did not have the energy, so I just enjoyed the bird song and people watched.
Once in our rooms, we rested for a couple hours, then joined our cruise coordinator and 3 other guests for drinks. By the end of the conversation, Larry and I had signed up for the rest of the pre-cruise program. Then Cathy, Larry and I went for a nice dinner before turning in for the night.
Lynn had room service. (That white square on the left is a button to call to remove the tray.)























