Just a few short miles north of Santa Marta, in Colombia, lays a sleepy fishing village named Tatanga. Except it's not sleepy at all, it's wild and crazy! Colombians come from all over their lovely country, but especially Bogota, to swim, float, and bob in the warm Carribean waters of Taganga.
I arrived here early from Minca, looking for a place to stay. So many hostels to choose from I thought, where on God's Earth do I stay. Will I be under the bridge tonight. Giving hand love for empanadas?
