AFTER a few weeks of very quiet nights, I was keen for a bit of a party.
Santa Marta was the perfect place.
There’s not a whole lot to see in Santa Marta itself, however it makes a great base for exploring other nearby towns like Taganga, Minca, Palomino, as well as Tayrona National Park.
As a result the hostels in Santa Marta are often packed and there are quite a few party hostels.
I chose to stay at La Brisa Loca, and boy oh boy, am I glad I did.
The old building look beautiful, built around a well vegetated courtyard and small pool.
It also had quite a fancy rooftop bar, which from Thursday-Saturday held arguably Santa Marta’s best parties.
It was also a great place to meet people, with a raucous guest bar on the second level, including a spinning wheel which caused more than a few shenanigans.
Originally having only known Ryan, I soon became friends with an American guy named Dillon, a Norwegian named Julie, and Finnish girl called Tara.
One of the volunteers at the bar was Suzie, an Aussie from Melbourne. Turns out we had mutual friends from back home.
We all had a few big nights at La Brisa Loca.
The city of Santa Marta itself is nothing to really write home about. The main drawcard is the property where Latin American hero Simon Bolívar died. It has a couple of adequate beaches which are great for sunsets, but that’s about it.
One of the best days I had in Santa Marta was going to a beach in the southern suburb of Rodadero.
Ryan, Suzie, Dillon and I went along and drank beers on the beach. We had so many that the man selling them decided he would make more money by just leaving his esky with us.
The following day Ryan and Dillon headed off to Medellin (we would reunite shortly), while Susie, Julie, Taru and myself went to explore the hippy mountain town of Minca.