I forgot about the mosquito situation until I realised I was scratching my ankles at breakfast, thankfully a liberal spray of repellant seemed to ease the annoyance.

No wind! Sad, but, fine, it’s Sunday and both quite happy for a gentle mooch around, chatting to the locals and figuring out what other things we might do. A kayak tour through a mangrove forest sounds the most appealing, as long as the alligators keep well away!

It’s hot, easily 30 degrees, and once we’d had coffee, fruit and a pile of spicy tomato and pork, we settled on a sofa under a little tent thing on the beach. We lay there for hours, reading, chatting, checking (and rechecking) the wind forecast, and generally just having a very chilled morning.

Once the afternoon kicked in it seemed rude to not have a couple of cold beers, and some gazpacho (for some nutrients).

Suddenly it was 2pm and definitely time for lunch! Of course Arnaud had a place in mind, and I’m quite happy to let him order and see what turns up.

A huge plate of octopus and tomato salad arrived, then a tall glass of prawns in a tomato sauce/soup, shrimps fried in coconut, and a little pile of fresh tortillas, oh and a bowl of crunchy tortilla chips.

A glass of passion fruit mescalita appeared to be the required accompaniment, I wasn’t going to argue!

Tangy and fresh, perfect balance of crunchy salad to juicy prawns, bitter and sweet drink, could easily have eaten the whole lot again, but need to make sure I’ve got space for supper.

Didn’t quite have enough cash to pay, they seemed happy enough to wait until later, so we hired some bikes and headed back to the hotel to replenish money, bit of a wobbly ride in the warm rain.

There might be wind tomorrow, we’ve been messaging a local hire company and agreed to meet at 5 to discuss options. Eventually we found the right place to meet him, though they don’t have much in the way of wing foil kit, Arnaud spotted a shack next door that looks promising. If it picks up in the afternoon we’ve got some options, fingers crossed.

“We need a good spot for the sunset”, Arnaud says firmly, weaving around trees and pedestrians on his bike. I set after him, still not quite used to peddling backwards to stop, at least there are no messy things like actual brakes to worry about, or gears.

We find the right place but there is no bar, just a group of locals on deckchairs and a very leathery chap grilling fish on a barbecue, he says something loud to me in Spanish, I smile and shrug. “He says that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he’s in love with you” someone calls out and they all fall about laughing. I’m totally bemused by the whole thing, but they seem happy enough and we wander down a back street in search of something cold to drink.

Our lunch place appears and they’re happy to do us frozen margaritas to take away, result.

Back to the beach, Arnaud is chatting away to the locals, I didn’t know he’s fluent, it’s very handy. That was a year in Columbia well spent.

The sunset is glorious, it looks like the whole island is out to admire it. Pelicans are dive bombing the water catching fish, music in the background. We haven’t exactly had a hard day but it feels like we deserve this.

It’s too early for supper, “I could happily sit somewhere nice, have a couple of beers and read my book” I suggest. We cycle around a bit, on the dusty scruffy streets, then see an Italian food place that has some very comfortable looking seats just inside. It’s so weird, you almost step into a different world, tidy, clean and nicely decorated, such a contrast from outside. It’s perfect, and the beer is very local, so local I’m a bit hesitant when I see the can, but it’s delicious.

After about an hour we reluctantly leave and head to a tiny quesadilla restaurant not far away, nothing is far away now we have our bikes.

“Guacamole to start, with grasshoppers?” Arnaud raises an eyebrow at me. “Are they mushy or crunchy?” I counter, “Crunchy, 100%”, “Ok, let’s do it”.

They are crunchy, and honestly delicious, especially with a squeeze of lime, and a cold mug of fresh hibiscus juice to wash them down.

The food is amazing, no surprise, I can’t decide if the pork belly or the corn one is the tastiest.

Despite having no lights, no helmets, and only a rudimentary grasp of the braking system, we make it back to the hotel without any incidents. Time for bed!