18:00 – 2:00 Thursday
18:00 – 4:00 Friday-Saturday
Bringing us back to Cartagena’s Carribean roots, the Bazurto Social Club, located in the old-city neighborhood of Getsemani, fills us with the sounds and tastes of the tropical world it inhabits. Bazurto -named after it’s inspiration: the Basurto Market– is a cacophony of beauty and sound. Original murals are splayed across the walls, while the live band kicks out local hit -anything from Reggae to Reggaton -and you are handed a lovely fresh squeezed cocktail. The cuisine is a an array of local recipies to remind you why the people are always so happy. – the later you arrive the more fun it is
As the sign over the door says – Welcome to Jet-Set Mani 🙂
The best coffee in Cartagena also opened every day (rare) located at a small square in the old city across from the Universidad of Cartagena.
The shop has Wireless Internet Service all you need to do is buy a coffee or a pastry and ask the cashier for the code, this will give you about 30 minutes connection service so just buy another coffee and you will get more minutes.
The pastries are OK, but if you are into sweetening your palate, order a gelato from the adjacent ice cream shop. On the second floor is a pizza parlour, not bad (though it’s no Pizza al Parque); order personal pizzas at the Ice Cream Counter
Juan Valdez is also a great place to buy souvenirs and beautiful Colombian coffee to prepare at home!
Entering the market of Basurto in Cartagena is like stepping off the edge of society and dropping into the abyss of humanity. Inside one finds all aspects of our species; from destructive abundance of the fish fields- with machetes raining down, flashing, sending scales scattering, raindrops smattering on your feet – To the endless aisles of fresh vegetables softly lofting their sweet smells, purging the air of the impurities imposed by the countless butcher blocks and their carcass stench. And the heat, one can never forget the heat.
A respite is grabbed in the shadows aside a mountain of peppers, in the shadow of the mountains of dill, cilantro, leeks and yerba buena. Scattered between and ringed around these bales of sustinance destined for the bellies of a million souls, one finds, well, everything and anything: Pots, keys, sting blenders and Rosaries; Mangos and hammers, Summer skirts and shock absorbers – and everywhere there is people – Gesticulating, selling, buying, story telling, people. Men with fish, boys pushign wooden carts for tips, old men packing charcoal and woman brewing witches pots of stew .. It is only the elasticity of the human minds cushions the shock of Basurto!
One navigates the labyrinth of this old world market and knows that they are inside the engine that the rest of the world is powered by.