May 9. Weary Cartagena.
I slept long, had breakfast with cheese bread, and wrote.
I went to eat something in old town, and wrote.
I went back to the hostel, and wrote.

"Some entries just say that he wrote."
-"Yes, it's boring, I feel like he is giving up."
"What do you mean, giving up?"
-"Like he's not ...
May 4. Aguardiente.
At 5:30am the bus to Cartagena leaves. It will take almost the whole day and I enjoy the Colombian countryside from the comfortable bus chair. Why don't we make up more proverbs ourselves? Let's found some institution for the creation of new proverbs. After so many busrides...

I arrive in Cartagena, the port town ...