
They have a slow boat that takes around three hours to go from B.A. to Colonia and two other boats that run the same rout in less than a hour. Any body who knows me knows witch boat I took. The blue boat on the left was my ride over, which seated around 300 people.

After arriving in Colonia, I instantly decided to rent a scooter to save my feet from the cobble stone streets. Unfortunately this old little yellow thing was the only one left, which at the time seamed to be better than nothing. It didn't take no time at all for me to happily return this gutless piece of shit, as I refused to push it up another hill.

Lucky for me, an older gentlemen had returned this newer scooter during my peddling and pushing session with the yellow turd. I was so happy to have this thing, that I proudly parked it in front of the old entrance to Colonia just to take a picture of it.

These four local kids were sitting along the old defense wall sharing some Mote.

The old entrance to the original part of Colonia.

I was lucky enough to get a clown who was making fun of me and my first scooter to snap this nice shot of me.

More remains of the old defense wall.

This old bull fighting ring was located a few miles out of town and defiantly showed its age.

This dog was really cool, as he fallowed me all over the place when I was peddling and pushing the yellow turd.
This is the entrance to the restaurant where he hangs out.

More restaurant photos.

All of the restaurants had the old wood refrigerators like the one in this photo.


Many of the restaurants were located on small cobble stone streets like the one below.

This is the entrance to the restrooms behind one of the restaurants that was over grown with grape vines.

A lot of the streets were lined with flat stone and served as storm water ways that flowed to the sea.


This old light house is still in use today.

Here is part of the old church located in the center of Colonia. On the left is the HSBC bank located in a very old building.

A few more street pictures.


I was late for the sunset, which is unlike the romantic guy I am.

An emergency stop at the pharmacy for some babe powder was a must, as the chafing I received from the seat of my scooter due to the rough cobble stone streets was almost beyond bearable.

The other high speed boat , which took me back to B.A.

The top floor cabin of the boat, which served food and drinks.
