Joelson’s airplane was late but that didn’t matter because the ship hadn’t even arrived yet so we couldn’t do anything. I paid for his room at the hostel and we played pool at a pool hall. He won every game except when he hit the eight ball in on accident. We walked around town a bit then I went off to have a beer. Nothing it seems is ever happening. At the bar outside the hostel I met a Norweigan man and his girlfriend. He bought me a drink and shared his whiskey.
Wandering troubadours with guitars walked by and I asked if he played. Then he invited them over and requested I play some American tunes (Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, etc.) but I couldn’t so I jammed with the one of the guitarists. It was pretty awesome playing an impromptu guitar session in Cartagena.
Tomorrow the ship is scheduled to arrive. I hope I can retrieve my car. I’m eager to get back on the road.
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