After saying goodbye to Nato, I was on my own and with a fair amount of time to kill before heading home. I had decided to book a flight to San Andres islands, which I knew very little about, but a quick look on google images was enough to convince me it was worth a look.
When we were landing, I noted that the plane that crashed a few weeks earlier was still on the side of the runway with aviation people looking over it. It is a bit weird being in a plane and driving past a very similar plane, except in three pieces, with seats and whatnot scattered all over the place!
San Andres is not on the backpacker circuit. It didnt take me long to realise that I was one of a very few number of gringos on the island. The island is 12km long and 3 km wide at the widest. There is only one main town area which has a coastal area (full of tourist shops and resorts) and as you go inland, it gets more local.
The island is full of rich colombians and honeymooners who stay in the flash resorts. Thankfully I made a reservation at the one hostel on the island which was (semi) reasonably priced otherwise I could have been in for an expensive time. The island itself is amazing and reminded me a lot of Fiji - stunning white sand and water so clear you can see to the bottom no matter how deep and it is like a bath.
I heard that the diving was amazing, with 40+m of visibility. I met another gringo at a dive shop and we decided we would do our advanced open water course. Over the next few days we did a deep dive (to 46m which was waaay too deep for us, but the dive shop was run by cowboys), a night dive which was totally different, a shipwreck dive, navigation dive and some other dives. The diving was so much better than taganga. There were so many fish, so much coral and you could see for ever. Pretty much every dive I would come up and just gush how that was the best dive of my life!
We also did a day snorkelling trip to some keys (i.e. small islands) which again was fantastic. On the last day the other gringo was here we hired scooters and did a circumnavigation of the island. It was good to see the whole thing and despite my new mate nearly driving his scooter off a 3m cliff when trying to turn (he had never ridden before) and having to wash the dirt off the scooter to get our deposit back, it was good fun.
For the rest of the trip I did very little, which was fantastic. I lay on the beach, swam, read, had large siestas and ate food. Very relaxing, except for the nightlife in my room - I thought the massive cockroaches were bad, but they had nothing on the tarantula I found one night (I am pretty sure it was a tarantula because we saw them in a reptile exhibition in Medellin and we had a good look). I can confirm they are scary in a cage, but when you are half asleep, walking to the toilet, they are absolutely terrifying.
After 9 days I was ready to go back to Bogota as i had gone 5 days without talking to anyone. Thankfully I am outstanding company, but 5 days is a lot, even for me.