sorry, only google translate…
After six days of hiking we feel like a few days at the beach, and the Caribbean offers some good spots… 
We decide on the most famous Colombian island of San Andres, which geographically should actually be assigned to Nicaragua. That’s why we have to get back to Cartagena from Santa Marta to catch a plane. Since we were able to experience the unpunctuality of the buses firsthand, we set off for the bus station with a time buffer of almost three hours. There we also meet Lena (from Germany) and Amanda (from Tenerife) from the Lost City Trek, who also have to go to the airport in Cartagena…
Bus ride to the airport
Our patience becomes direct put to the test, the bus that was supposed to leave at 11 a.m. is stuck in traffic and arrives around 30 minutes late. The four of us almost got on another bus, but when it arrives, we’re sure to move on quickly… Dandelion… We stand around for another 30 minutes before we leave, but we still have enough buffers. It then goes really quickly to the next larger city of Baranquilla, and we remain in good spirits until we make a stop here that was not actually in the itinerary. We took a direct bus specifically to avoid this delay in Baranquilla. Anyway, we already have a plan B in our pockets. We just don’t go all the way to Cartagena, but ask the bus driver if he will let us out a little earlier so that we can transfer directly to a taxi from a small town near the airport. This will probably save us an hour because we can avoid the city traffic of Cartagena.
But of course the Colombian road has even more to offer for us…
About halfway between Baranquilla and Cartagena – and about 30 minutes before our transfer point – we suddenly get stuck in a traffic jam. Not that bad at first, but when nothing works after 15 minutes, Amanda asks the bus driver what’s going on. Lo and behold, the inhabitants of a small village about 500m away decided to block the road in protest against a bypass. Apparently it happens more often and it can go on forever. That’s why it’s time to reschedule again… Amanda talks to the bus driver for a while and then the plan is made. We get our luggage from the bus and let a motorbike drive us to the said place behind the roadblock and try to organize a transport to the airport from there. Since there aren’t that many bikes available, Amanda rides (her Spanish is just better than our 
) and Lena and we will be picked up. When we arrive shortly after the two, everything is ready. The two have organized a TukTuk driver to take us to the airport. Yes, you read that right, four of us drive the last 50-60km to the airport in a TukTuk. Our backpacks on the roof, Kerstin, Lena and Amanda on the back seat and Tobi in the front next to the driver, and off we go…
… and we actually arrive. Sometimes painfully slowly and always with an anxious look at the clock – actually we are already prepared that we will probably miss the plane, but we try our luck. When we arrive we still have 50 minutes before departure, but we have to check in our backpacks, so unfortunately much too late.
We still run to the check-in, but of course it’s already closed and although the lady looks at us pityingly, all our begging doesn’t help. She then just says we can go to boarding, but our luggage will probably be a problem. Well, at least a straw and we have nothing to lose… So we run through security with all our luggage at record speed – the employees at the airport really don’t take the liquids seriously at all. At boarding, we talk to the stewardess a little more and are actually allowed to take our large backpacks with us in our hand luggage.
What a bus ride…. and we also learn later from Amanda and Lena that they made it to Mexico on time for their flight!!!! 
San Andres
When we get off at the airport in San Andres, we still can’t quite believe that we’re actually there. It’s already late, so we go out for a bite to eat and go straight to bed.
The next day it’s all about the beach. We stroll a bit through the (unfortunately really ugly) “capital” of the island, stroll along the (very pretty) beach promenade and take a bus to Playa San Luis just outside in the afternoon. There we spend the afternoon in the sea with some drinks and snacks.
Tobi wants to go diving again, so the next morning he is picked up for two dives at the reef in front of the island, and the number of sea creatures here is simply enormous. Not at all comparable to the dive off Santa Marta. There are three of us with our guide and we see two rays, huge schools of fish of all colors and two crabs hiding under a wreck. In addition, the water is crystal clear and we alternately dive over reefs, white sand, more reefs, etc. Unfortunately, Tobi’s underwater camera can’t really withstand the pressure, so a little water gets in front of the lens and the pictures are all blurry 
For the afternoon we rent a scooter and drive across the island, which is around 10 km long and 2 km wide, before we cool off again in the Caribbean Sea in the evening. Before that we climb an old church tower in the middle of the island with a wonderful 360° view over the island, examine a small (and unfortunately completely unspectacular) geyser and even find a few small, almost deserted beaches. The island is not only popular with Colombians, but also with Americans, who can stock up on duty-free imported goods here, and therefore all in all quite well visited – even if the big rush probably doesn’t come until Christmas.< /p>
On our last day on the island we take the boat to the small island of Johnny Cay (pronounced “key”), a few kilometers off the main island. Even the boat trip is an experience, we arrive soaking wet and are then allowed to jump out of the boat into the surf in front of the island. No chance that something like that would be allowed in Germany… 
Around noon we are picked up again and meet up for a Coco Loco cocktail with Ruth, who has just landed on the island and even accompanies us to the airport. And slightly drunk (the cocktail consists almost entirely of schnapps), we get on the plane to our last stop in Colombia, the former drug capital of Medellin…