Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Rum! Revenge is sweet.

I needed rum today, despite the fact that it's the one drink I really don't like, yet more testament to the fact that I am not a natural sailor.  The short (3 hour) passage between the Rosario islands and Cartagena was  horrid, everyone felt seasick and Nicolette actually turned green as the boat bounced around up and down over the huge waves in 22 - 25 knot winds, we were all soaked and cold. Edi still has pain and sinus problem with his water-logged ear, and the motion of the boat wasn't helping at all.  Danni was cheerful and doing her best to keep everyone positive, it was a HORRIBLE leg, I'm praying the passage to Panama will not be like this one.

We eventually arrived back in the harbor at Cartagena safely without anyone actually being sick, following what seemed like an endless trip, and headed over to the fuel dock, we were out of fuel, water, beer, wine, food and just about every consumable item on the boat.  Coming alongside on the small dock was surprisingly easy, but it took a while to fill both fuel tanks.

We wanted to wash the boat off before leaving the dock, but there was only one available water hose and dive boats were coming and going washing off their boats after their trips.  We were waiting for the hose pipe which was being used by one of the dive boats when another dive boat came in.
The guy serving us at the fuel dock told the guys in the dive boat that we were next in line to use the hose pipe. Not knowing that Scoop spoke fluent Spanish, the dive boat captain said that they wanted to use it next and that we had to wait, what did we matter!
The service attendant on the fuel dock waited for the first dive boat to finish then took the hose from him as the other guy attempted to take it.  The hose was brought around to us as the other guy cussed us in Spanish.
Danni started washing off the decks and Scoop told her to take her time, the guy had been so rude we would make him wait, and we did, it was really funny watching his expression when we eventually handed him the hose and Scoop told him in Spanish what a jerk he was, and we all stood and laughed, that will teach him, maybe he will be a little more respectful next time, but I doubt it. Revenge is sweet!

Scoop took us to a lovely outside restaurant on the wall surrounding the old city for dinner, where we sat next to the old cannons and overlooked the ocean on one side and the beautiful old city on the other.  We were served huge platters of food which we devoured with gusto not having had anything other than cup-a-soup, crackers and cereals all day.
Tomorrow we go sight-seeing again.