We discovered the most dangerous mix of all time, Medellin rum with passionfruit. Alike one of Colombias finest exports the refined white powder extracted from a plant, sugar in english speaking countries got the two of us wired and would send us on a dancing rampage. Im extremely happy the camera stayed in my pocket for that part of the night. Earlier in the nigh we were lucky enough to meet the mayor of Taganga and her sisters who took this piss out of us, especially laughing at papi Camerons burnt gringo skin. And then we gronked it up and nearly fell into the claws of a terrifying but friendly woman who insisted on cornrowing my hair and embarrassingly kind of took on the role as our bodyguard. Most of the night is bit of a blur, mixed with dog photos and meeting hilarious locals.
The following day I dont think ive ever been more hungover in my life. The loud Rastafarian music blaring from the hotel speakers cut deep and we couldnt have wished any harder to be out of there so we rushed to the airport (1 hour away) to buy tickets, but they wouldnt except our credit cards. to make matters worse Sparkes contracted some severe food poisoning and was even contemplating the 18 hour bus ride to Medellin. In the end Papayo saved us booking us tickets for the following afternoon so we spent the next 24 hours in Taganga sweating profusely with regular visits to the toilet.