I feel I’ve given the surprise away, but it really is what my birthday was defined by. From Minca we made it back down the mountain to the Santa Marta airport, flew to Bogotá and went straight to a posh old restaurant that served traditional Colombian food. They specialized in frijoles (beans), but of course we ordered the bulls testicles in melted cheese. My first ever testicles.
We got home, ate cake, opened presents and then Lily and I took a taxi to a local hotel with a rooftop spa. We drank champagne, sat in a jacuzzi, had a massage and watched a lightning storm rage up in the mountains. Then home to pack and sleep.