Goodbye Cartagena!

In a couple of hours I´ll be flying to Panama City for one night before leaving South America tomorrow morning via Newark and Copenhagen back home to Helsinki.
I always was very interested in Caribean pirates,privateers and buccaneers in 16th - 18th centuries.
Already in school at 16, I got the best number of the class, when translating a pirate story from English into Finnish. Normally I was not at all among the best.
I have by now visited all those important harbours from where the cargo of gold, silver and emeralds was transported by Spanish ships to Europe. Cartagena, Portobelo, Panama Viejo, Havanna and Nassau were those ports, only Port Royal, the real nest of the pirates in Jamaica, a Sodoma and Gomorra, I did not visit. The reason is, that it was totally destroyed by a strong earthquake in early 18th century, and was mostly sunken in the sea.
Yesterday I once more went to the historical part of the city, and at corner of a park an old nearly teethless man wanted to know my origin. After hearing Finlandia,
he happily said Suomi ( Finland in Finnish )and continued with Kotka, Turku and Helsinki, ports he had visited many times. He also added that he did work at famous Finnish passenger ship, the late Finnjet, which did sail between Finland and Germany. He only wanted to warn me of those Cuban Cohiba cigars, sold on the streets, that these are fake.
I then visited Hard Rock Cafe to say goodbye to my sweet little friend Lisseth.
She had bought a present for me, a nice souvenier to remember, her and Cartagena.
We were talking a lot again, I ate and had some drinks. When I was leaving I got a big warm hug from her.
I then decided to go to Cafe del Mar, which is a nice place on the city wall. There was a soft breeze, and in the darkness of the evening I enjoyed the sea on the other side and the Christmas lights of the city on the other. A young handsome couple wanted to take some photos, and I offered to take pictures of them together. They then asked me to join their company. He was Columbiano, Gerrardo 28, and she was French, Lucie 23. They did live in Paris together, but visiting his home country.
We had a good time together, more than two hours, before they got hungry. I adviced them to go to Hard Rocks Cafe, which they did not know. We departed, I then had a night cap at the terrace of my hotel before retireing.
So. this is my last message from South America at least this time. next time Ill be at home again.