Cartagena- Sailor city

Cartagena is the most beautiful city in the world.

I keep seeing this on facebook posted by friends sailors , and I keep hearing this in numerous stories by different sailors.. Why is Cartagena Columbia the most beautiful city in the world I asked some sailors sailors?

Mariner 1:
It reminds one of Split..
And the women are wowwwwwwwwwwww.

" Mulate "and very beautiful and slender. A lot of my collegues have divorced their wives in Split and re-married in Cartagena.

There is a factory in Cartagena which was named after our ship- because our crew was so well known in Cartagena.. The factory is still working. Its called Panama Pacifico.



Mariner 2:

Its the best city in the world, and the life there is a party. I love the fact the people are always in a good mood and dancing all the time..

There was one time when we arrived in Cartagena.. And as we have been before but had never seen the historic centre we went to get a cab for the centre..

When sailors come in to the town all the taxi men fight to win over the sailors to their cab.. We chose one and than got into the cab.. It was one of those old cars like in Cuba. Only once we got in, the car would not start at all. All the other taxi drivers started leering, and  mocking our driver, but we decided  that the deed was done- we had chosen our diver and car and we would stick to him ..

In the end we needed to push the car .. We told the driver to shift into the 2nd geer and we pushed and pushed.. You know how much those old metal cars weight? ..We pushed for good 10 minutes.. and where drenched with sweat once the taxi finally started going..

As a reward for sticking to him, the driver decided to treat us. He reached into a port hole and pulled out- a cocaine ball the size of an apple- and this is not an exagatation . It was a reward for our loyalty, and it was some home made, he probably farmed it himself, high quality stuff. The kind of stuff that makes you feel just nice, like a proper gent.

You can imagine- that from that moment on that cab driver was our private driver for the rest of the time we spent in Cartagena..

When we asked to go into the historic centre.. He refused- said we wanted to get killed- but he sorted us out with a muscly guy- a body guard- to look out for us- during our exploration of the town..

Ah that was a great time in Cartagena .. We went dancing, eating,  .. scratched that white ball into shreds..