Roy (Lloyd) Jones

Day 252 – Monday 29th May 2006

Aaron and Jon had to get to Bogota for their flight to Rio via Santiago before heading back to England, and they wanted to see a few places in Colombia along the way, so in order to have sufficient time to make it worth stopping and seeing they had to be off. So mid morning the six of us separated for the last time on this trip. We had travelled together off and on since Salta, Argentina in late March, and here we were in the north of Colombia in late May, a huge distance over two months and some great experiences.

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Day 251 – Sunday 28th May 2006

Not a day of much action, it was mainly sitting around & reading, interspersed with a dash of swimming and football on the beach. I went out for the obligatory fruit smoothie breakfast and of course the fish lunch, just to break up the hardship of sitting on the beach and relaxing.

I wasn’t planning on going to the cinema but come the time the boys were about to set off I was hankering for a bit of air conditioning, so I went along to the mall in Santa Marta. We watched Clive Owen and Denzel Washington in Inside Man, one of the best films I have seen for a long time. For me about ten times cooler than Oceans Eleven, it is the story of a bank robbery in New York. If you haven’t already seen it, hire it today!

Day 250 – Saturday 27th May 2006

Waking up with enforced freshness (due to no alcohol sales) I made my way to the beach. That took me all of ten seconds as I walked out of my hotel, down 5 steps and there I was. Then it was straight into the water to cool off.

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Days 247 to 249 – Wednesday 24th to Friday 26th May 2006

In reality after getting to bed at 5am, an 8am start was never going to happen. I thought we all did well to get up at 9am and start preparations for our trip to Parque Nacional Tayrona, the pristine Caribbean beach where we would be kicking back and relaxing for the next few days whilst the elections were going on.

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Day 246 – Tuesday 23rd May 2006

I woke up about 8am and we were still moving. Apparently we had suffered no more hold ups and we were progressing nicely. The bad news was that we had been held up for about 3 hours, which meant that instead of 22 hours it would take 25 hours. But what is 3 hours between friends!

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