Our first afternoon in Cartagena is spent packing up the van. Everything from all the cupboards has to be put up top on the upper bed, and Ken has added a piece of
plywood which he’s bolting locked so hopefully nobody will steal anything. Panama, where the van will change ships, is notorious for thefts at the dock.
We’re staying in a cheaper district than the centre of town to be close to the shipping company that we will have to visit several times. This is a standard lunch comprising (oversalted) soup, a plate of rice, beans, very dry meat and (here) some delicious crackling and some avocado as well as a fresh fruit juice. Price:$3.00 per person.
In the shade outside the smart office building of the shipping company we’re using, we see this squeegee man taking a siesta two days in a row. You can see his squeegee and soap and water bottle against the wall.
I pull out my iPhone to take a picture showing there’s no handrail on the edge of the bridge. About 2 minutes later a man on a bicycle stops us to say, “This is a dangerous street. Don’t put your camera out.” He’s really kind to warn me, and I make a mental note to be more careful of when and where I pull out the phone as I was being careless. Pickpockets can be everywhere, and our guide book recommends tourists go inside a store or stand in a doorway to use their phones, such as when checking their maps, rather than looking like a wealthy tourist in the middle of the street. I don’t want to get robbed right at the end of our trip!