After barely leaving the hotel for past two days, I didn’t want to turn into Howard Hughes. While I was staying right on Cartagena’s Bocagrande Beach, it’s probably fair to say that it’s not one of the world’s greatest beaches. Being right within the city, the beach is usually crowded, even mid-week. You’d tend to get continually pestered with offers of drinks, sunglasses, massages, hats, cigars, and the like. Also it’s a fair few shades off the archetypal Caribbean golden sands. Apparently you have to get a boat out to the islands to see this sort of thing.
Having seen most of Cartagena’s highlights; the old town, castle, alleged mud volcano, etc, I caught a bus along the coast to another beach. As with Bocagrande, this also didn’t consist of serene sands, although it was at least fairly quite and you didn’t have to worry too much about your personal belongings. It was just nice to spend a few hours reading, snoozing and even having a paddle in what was possibly the warmest sea water I’ve ever experienced.
While I’m not a huge seafood fan, I thought that being on the coast I should at least try the fish option at the beach side restaurant. Being off the tourist circuit it cost a mere £2, although the fish was served with an intact head.