I arrive in Cartagena, hot and dirty, on a limping bike, a day or so after the New Year, at the height of the busy period. Everywhere is full and twice the normal price.
By sheer instinct, I find my way to Getsemani where there is a more or less happy mix of student houses, cafes and bars, boutique hotels and slightly more reasonably priced (but full to overflowing) hostels. I flag down a friendly woman on a bike and explain that I can’t find anywhere to stay and serendipitously it transpires that she and her partner run what amounts to an informal, and very charming, boarding house.
*mulatto = mixed race
**That would be the historical record as revealed by Google, which is probably not definitive.
***But not, it transpires, functioning very much better than it was. There are a lot of small bike shops around Pie de Popa that are probably a far better bet for most mechanical problems.