Taganga –   Santa   Marta   -   19  km
The following   day we  backtracked up  and cycled  over    the hill    to  Santa   Marta   where
Ernest  discovered  a   bike    shop    to  do  the necessary   maintenance.    Once    all was done,
the time    was past    midday  and we  opted   for a   hostel. 
At   the     hostel,     I   was     surprised   to  meet    a   South   African     lady    looking     to  find    a
teaching    job in  town.   I   seldom  met fellow  South   Africans    as  they    aren’t  the greatest
adventure   travellers, preferring  to  stick   to  the well-worn   tourist path    or  organised
tours.
Santa   Marta   was more    interesting than    we  had foreseen.   A   walk    into    town    revealed
a    giant   statue  of  Simón   Bolívar.    Simón   Bolívar,    a   Venezuelan  military    leader,     was
instrumental,    along   with    José    de  San     Martín,     in  freeing     Latin   America     from    the
Spanish Empire. Today   he’s    revered as  South   America’s   greatest    hero    and known   as
The  Liberator.  He’s    still   considered  one     of  the     most    influential     politicians     in  Latin
American    history.    No  self-respecting town    is  thus    without a   Simón   Bolívar Plaza.
Being   the oldest  (remaining) city    in  South   America,    Santa   Marta   has an  outstanding
architectural    heritage    revealing   beautifully     renovated   colonial    buildings,  lively
squares and a   charming    waterfront.
The region  was home    to  the Tairona people  until   the Spanish arrived.    Unfortunately,
history has it  that    the Spanish attempted   to  enslave their   women   and children.   As  a
result, the Tairona population  fled    into    the forest  and moved   higher  up  the Sierra
Nevada   de  Santa   Marta.  This    allowed     them    to  escape  the     worst   of  the     Spanish
colonial    system. There   were,   therefore,  quite   a   few monuments   in  town    depicting
the Taironas.
An  additional  day was spent   in  Santa   Marta,  and Ernest  explored    the market, where
he  replaced    his tent    zip.    I   meandered   around  town,   exploring   the narrow  lanes   and
alleys  of  the old part.
