January 16, 2013, San Andrés, Colombia
On our second day in San Andrés, we rented a petrol-powered golf cart and drove around the island, clockwise. It was a fun day out. Gayle did all the driving — grinning ear-to-ear. Gayle is a natural driver.
Here is Gayle driving the golf cart.
Gayle and Pete in the golf cart.
Here is Pete to show you how big was our golf cart.
Pete and the golf cart.
San Andrés island is a coral island, shaped like a sea horse. We are anchored in the north, under the seahorse’s chin. We drove down the west side, around the tip at the bottom where there is a silly blow hole/tourist attraction, and up the east side, back to town in the north. Plus a criss-cross or two in the middle to see the sights. The road around the island is about 20 miles in all.
Here is the road. The sea is trying to reclaim it. Time to replant those mangroves.
The sea here is a most beautiful colour.
Looking down a criss-cross road towards the coastal road.
We got a great recommendation for lunch. We sat at tables on the beach with our toes in sand and ate delicious seafood — different preparations from anything else we have eaten along the way: San Andrés cuisine blends elements of Caribbean cooking with Colombian.
Lunch of seafood stew in coconut milk, with patacons (squished, fried plantains) and salad.
And we are happy to be back in the land of Colombian beers. The guys are loyal to Club Colombia, but I enjoy an Aguila from time to time.
An Aguila for Jaime and a Club for Oscar.
We did rent an all-wheel-drive golf cart, so, at the end of the day, we had to find a bit of non-road and drive on it. We headed out to a scrabbly point and made like tourists.
Tony and Jane at the end of the day beyond the end of the road.
Then the golf cart started overheating and stalling in town at rush hour — so we took it back to the rental shop — no money back — the best we got was that if we rented from him again, he’d give us a better rate. The golf cart day amused us all greatly. Perhaps we’ll do it again, anti-clockwise.
She is a natural driver! Did it have more power than a versa?
Until the engine started overheating, we were scolded for going to fast. Best part…sounded like Uncle Norman’s Gator in Napa!
Love the big smiles. Tells the whole story.
I love me an icy cold Club Colombia but love Gaylie’s smile even more!
Start in the north, head “…down the west side, around the tip at the bottom … and up the east side, back to town in the north.” Um, isn’t that counter-clockwise? Or do sailors use a different type of clock?
Well spotted. Thanks (fixed now).
Everyone looks so happy and relaxed! Cheers!