Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing
We've visited a dozen countries this year, tasting some truly brilliant beers and some absolute shockers.
After skipping the hassles of Cartagena, we've been enjoying fresh fish on the beach in dusty old Taganga, a fishing village just over the hill from Santa Marta on the Caribbean coast. The village is a refuge for lost souls and the majority of tourists are Israeli's kicking back after military service. The food is super fresh (last night we watched the local teens pull a huge haul out the sea).