What a diffence a day makes

2017-02-22
Isla Grande, Colombia

Hotel La Cocotera

Kim enjoying a refreshing cocktail at our new digs.


We upscaled and moved into some new digs. We have decided to stop traveling. I know that it sounds like a big decision, but it really wasn’t for us. Look I had my week in the Amazon. We spent time in Bogota and Cartagena. Now it’s just time to sit and relax and stare out to sea. 

So we will be here on Isla Grande for the next 6 days. 

We have moved over to Hotel La Cocotera which is right on the beach. It’s not the rich people’s beach , but it’s not the poor people’s beach either. It’s just right. 

Here are a couple of random photographs from our stay on Isla Grande. 

Just a beautiful old old tree

Our new friend followed us from the old hotel

An eerie part of the many paths that ring the island


This one is especially for my brother and brother in law. On Sunday you could hear the Afro-Cuban beat over half the island

Smart phones– Can’t live with them, and can’t live without them. 

2017-02-21
Isla Grande, Colombia

Hotel La Cocotera

It’s amazing just how much we have all come to rely on our smart phones. Were we are staying there is no electricity. There is a light in the middle of the group hut, but it is run by a 12 volt car battery and only from 6 to 10 pm. 

There is a small tienda where they will charge your electronics for 1500 pecos (about 50 cents). I left my phone there for 3 hours and only got up to 21%. I also have an external battery pack which charged my phone up to 53%. 

Yesterday we went to where the rich people stay, and found on outlet and tried to charge our phone, but we had limited success. I think something has happened to our batteries so that they will not hold a charge. Bummer!

On this trip we decided to leave all paper books and magazines behind as well our iPads. It took some getting used to, but now with limited use we find ourselves just mostly staring off to the horizon as all of our books are also on on iPhones. 

On our walks I am so used to using GPS to find our location and direction that without it and without paper maps we are like children wandering in the desert. Fortunately the island is only 3 miles long so we can’t get too lost. Ok I’m staring to panic so I think I’ll have another rum punch. 

Kim standing in front of a a house along one of the paths

In search of a new place. 

2017-02-19
Isla Grande, Colombia

Hotel Eco Campo Verde
Today we were on a mission to find a new place. Somewhere on the beach and to find the town and buy some groceries, but first we decided to take a nice long swim and the dry off in the morning sunshine. 

What a great place for a swim.


After a bucket shower we had a nice breakfast and walked off to find our new home, but first there was this cute young couple from Chile that was attracted to Kim by her pink hair. We probably spent an hour talking to them. By then it was already getting late but we hit the partially shaded trails that ring this 3 mile island. 

Our place

Rich folks place, but at least we can have a beer.


We really only found one interesting place but we probably looked at 6. It was getting very hot so we skipped town and came home for well deserved rest in our hamacas. 

Kim poses at a fixer upper.

Isla Grande is not so big

2017-02-18
Isla Grande, Colombia

Hotel Eco Campo Verde
We let Playa Blanco this morning at 8:30 am. The water was calm for the 1-1/2 hour boat ride here. It only got more beautiful as we approached Isla Grande. 

I think that that was Pablo Escobar’s house?


Our hotel is not right on the water. It is about a 5 minute walk. Perhaps we will move in a few days, but for now we are very content. So far we have not heard many English speaking people. Most of the tourists seem to be upscale Colombians. 


The water is crystal clear and blue like the sky, and the beach is glowing white sand. We have only explored a small part of this island. If there are cars here we have not seen any, so except for the chatter of the people it is very quiet. Just the way we like it. 

Birds in the mangroves