Our last day in Cartagena. Met our agent to get passports stamped and then got a taxi to the fortress of San Filipe. The huge pyramid perched on a rock looks almost like a Mayan temple. Not much to see except the massive fortifications and the view. Then found steps down into the tunnels below were traps could race from one place to another in safety. Quite claustrophobic!
Hot and thirsty, we walked into the Getsemani quarter which was a delight. Much less gentrified and with a great sense of colour and old colonial buildings. We lunched in a little shady courtyard on arepa ,which is a small circular pitta bread, filled with fish in coconut and chilli sauce
Immediately afterwards I got my chance for a haircut, as a large hand painted sign announced BARBER UNDER A TREE and pointed into a dusty yard. Sure enough a barber was at work on a client, under a tree whose trunk and branches had been painted pink. I got a very short back and sides and a beard trim that involved rather slot of cut throats razor work. Mark followed me for a haircut too. The last time we both went to the barber together might have been at school in Saffron Walden, or perhaps earlier in Malawi