The bus was perfect, it was long enough to get a good nights sleep, but not too long as to make you start feeling funny. I luckily had two seats to myself the whole way. I pretty much slept the whole journey, I had my sleeping bag as I had learnt that Colombian buses are absolutely freezing. Twelve hours later we arrived in Cartagena and I still had some pasta left to eat for breakfast, what a good idea I thought to myself. We got a bus from the bus terminal but went too far and had gone past the old town where we were supposed to stay, its where all the hostels are. We got a taxi from some shopping district full of lots of designer labels, I doubt any of us would be coming here any time soon. The old town was amazing, the whole part is built within an old Spanish fort. It has survived all this time and looks as though it would happily survive another two hundred years. There are so many colonial buildings, churches etc.. in the old town. Some of the old buildings have the most elaborate door knocks I have ever seen, forget the traditional lion, these had huge lizards, huge hands and some male faces. There couldn't be a bigger contrast between the colonial old town and the new town with its bug tower blocks, big office building and swanky new hotels, it almost resembles Miami. Cartagena is very very hot and is also full of mosquitoes, not so bad as the jungle but still not too pleasant. The heat is another thing, it is the hottest I have experienced yet on my travels, the Arica desert was dry heat, here is much more humid tropical heat, it is the Caribbean coast after all.