People of Colombia, I have a message for you. Pizza is not made with tortillas. I’m sorry, but it has to be said. The world will be a better place when you come to terms with that. Let’s not talk about lunch any more. Today was our last day in Cartagena. We leave early tomorrow.

Goodbye Señor Perezosa.

Adios Señorita Ardilla.

Goodbye Señor Hard-To-Identify-Flycatcher (but probably Rusty-margined or Piratic)

Farewell strange excuse for a squared rigged ship…

… and slightly more realistic square rigged ship but with steel cable rigging that spoils the effect.

Farewell street vendors accosting us every two meters, farewell stunning Latin American women in tight shorts, goodbye sweltering heat, adios to delicious food in inexpensive restaurants.

Goodbye Mister Tricolored Heron. Come and see us in the Bahamas. It’s supposed to be in your range, but do you ever stop by? No you do not.