Roger finally got
back very late on Sunday night, with all of his bags, less one oil filter and
his sunglasses, which are unaccounted for.
Apparently when he
went to check in for his outbound flight he encountered an unusual situation. As
his flight was a 06.15, he’d left the boat at 03.30, so he would be in time to
check in. When he got there the place was deserted except for a security guard
who asked him what he wanted. So Roger said he wanted to check in, he was then
informed that the airport was closed until 05.30 and he would have to wait
The taxi had gone and
there were no seats, so Roger had to sit on the ground for an hour and a half
until the airport opened. So anyone planning on flying from Cartagena, you have been
We decided to have a
rest day on the Monday, as Roger’s travelling had been quite arduous. Plus I now
had my replacement camera so I had to try it out.
So we went into the
Centro Historique, found a little tapas bar called Vinlico, ordered a bottle of
Castillio del Diable a Chilean Sauvignon Blanc, and had
After lunch we headed
for the Palacio de la Inquisition. Well as the wine hadn’t loosened his tongue I
had to resort to more direct methods of finding out what he gets up to on his
The building that
houses the museum is a magnificent building in the Parque de Bolivar (where we
had seen the dancers on our first visit to the old town)
It was extremely well
designed to take advantage of natural ventilation and light (even the dungeons)
using the cross ventilation method that I had seen used to great effect in
Ernest Hemmingway’s house in Key West. It also has very high ceilings, which
helps to keep the whole building cool, naturally.
The museum costs
11,000 pesos ($5.50) each to get in. For an extra 30,000 (US$15) you can have a
guide which if you can’t read Spanish, would be useful. We decided to practice
our Spanish (we did quite well too).
The exhibits were
quite gruesome as you would expect.
On each description
about the particular method of torture there was always a little sentence saying
that these methods were not used in Cartagena, yeah right!
It was actually quite
fascinating, as morbid things tend to be sometimes. For example the Garotte (
pictured right) doesn’t strangle you, as I always thought, instead a screw is
screwed into the back of your head……. nice!!!!
There was the macabre
but also the downright ridiculous, I mean, did you know that anyone who was
suspected of being a witch, or warlock, had 25 questions to
Some of which were
quite silly really, like “How do you fly fast?”
I guess it was a case
of try and become invisible so that no one pointed the finger at you in the
first place, because if they did you were screwed, literally!!!!
I found it amusing
that the Inquisitions were not about torture and suffering, no, they were to
give Heretics the opportunity to repent and do penance (or maybe my Spanish
isn’t quite as good as I thought???)
Out in the courtyard
were the Guillotine and Gallows.
It seemed quite it
hypocritical that the Guillotine was over-shadowed by the church representing
the very religion on whose behalf the torturing was being carried
For all you DIY
enthusiasts out there, they even provided technical drawings of how to make
them, so knock yourself out!