Who would want to live in Cartagena?  Someone who likes to live on the cusp.  [ cusp/ kasp / noun  - the dividing line between two very different things ]  Cartagena's culture exceeds that of many locations in latin America, there is art, both visual and literary, [the writer Gabriel G?rcia M?rquez has a house in Cartagena, there is the well known Cartagena Film Festival which is held each year, and the plastic arts that I saw in the museums and galleries were of good standing and fairly prolific for a city of less than a million souls.] In addition, there is architecture, there is food, wine, beaches, boating, wind surfing and the pleasures of the flesh. There is also the possibility of becoming a casualty of Colombia's 35 year old civil war, a decidedly more interesting end then being run over by a Ford Taurus in Chicago.  Statistics show that 80% of the death toll of Colombia's civil war consists of non-combatants, so you could become an interesting statistic without much effort. Just leave town in a car traveling in most directions and you'll run into a war of sorts. Living in Cartagena is like living in Cape Town.  It's a nice place to live, but you can't leave the city proper because you're surrounded by a ring of danger, both real and imagined.  Cartagena began as a walled city and after five hundred years it is, in an oddly unique way, still a walled city.

To be sure, expats live in Bogota and Medellin.   Peter Van Dijck lived in Medellin and spoke highly of it.  Nicole Randolph interviewed him for Escape From America Magazine Volume Two - Issue Number Eight - September 2000.   Peter said, "I lived in Medellin, which, even though it has been called the most dangerous city in the world that's not engaged in open warfare, is a surprisingly quiet place."  [Since this article was written Medellin has become an expat haven with numerous expats moving there to take advantage of lower prices, the excellent weather, and the fact that there has been a significant drop in criminal problems over the past few years.]

It is often a matter of perspective and of performance. How one dresses, conducts oneself, one's expectations and one's behavior.  It probably doesn't hurt to have an open mind, know a few of the local dances, and to have some decent life insurance.

In Cartagena I looked for and found all the necessary requirements for the modern expat. There are several cyber cafes, a Mail Boxes Etc., clean inexpensive places to live, bargain real estate prices and an intelligent populace. Internet connections are said to be decent, my experiences in the cyber cafes was the that the connections were impoverished, but then I've been spoiled by the warp speed connections we have in our Panama office.  Taxis are reasonable, ranging in price from $1.50 to $3.50 for most parts of the city.  Meals can be damn good in the right restaurants, horrible in some of the tourist traps.  [Most tourists to Cartagena are Colombians from Bogota and Medellin, although there are some Italians and other European types.]

Cartagena would be an easy place to disappear to, and a hard place to be found in, if one was intent on not being found.

It's afternoon in Cartagena and Clayman is telling me what the war is about.  Clayman is didactic, a teacher.  An unusual vocation for someone with a shallow sense of curiosity. Clayman is a street-corner philosopher, an expat who travels around the world seeking people who are dumber than him, and explaining to other expats why the locals are so dumb. Clayman doesn't let his lack of understanding prevent him from dispensing wisdom. He spends most of his waking hours chasing prostitutes and perhaps it is from them that he gains so much of his wisdom.  That he doesn't have the ability to differentiate between thinking and feeling is foregone.  He merges the two and assumes that everyone else on the planet does likewise.  He talks fast, and most of what he says is presented in the form of instruction.  His train of though reminds me of a young Labrador Retriever chasing, and trying to bite a fly.

"The war is about oil." he tells me.  "Of course." I reply.  I'm drinking a beer and watching the crowd in the Plaza near the Santa Clara.  The afternoon light is perfect and there is a blue house on the far side of the plaza with red bougainvillea vine.  Clayman tells me ten things about the war none of which I was later able to confirm.  He also tells me he worked with the Navy Seals and with U.S. intelligence.  Every time he shares a secret with me his voice lowers and he gives a knowing chuckle.  Everyone knows him, Clayman tells me.  I don't know anyone who knows him.  He tells me that if he wanted to go out into the jungle he could evade ten thousand pursuers.  My feeling is he could get lost in a shopping center.

We drink a couple of beers and I excuse myself.  I walk away enlightened.  I see him later that evening in the same spot, a young gum chewing prostitute with high heels is sitting with him at the same table he was occupying earlier in the day.  The prostitute is vacuous, distracted, or bored and her eyes show that she is not listening to Clayman. It is clear to me, even from a distance that Clayman is talking.

What brings a man to Cartagena?

For professional reasons I read all the books on 'disappearing,' how to become a fugitive, vanish, jump ship, go away, and not be found. Most of them are rubbish.  One failing they all have in common is telling the 'disappeared' what location to choose once they jump ship.  Most of them mention Costa Rica.  Disappearing in Costa Rica is like disappearing in Beverly Hills, and almost as expensive.  No one disappears in Costa Rica, except perhaps the Costa Ricans that you invest money with.  If I were seeking a city where I could live without being found it would be Havana, Cuba.  Cartagena would be a second cousin, a slightly poorer choice, but it would certainly be on my list.

In Havana you could live on a sail boat and you would certainly not have to worry about being deported, unless you were wanted for a very violent crime of international repute.  For lesser crimes, or perhaps just to avoid a stalker, Havana would be a place where you could live without having to worry unduly about being tracked down. Cuba takes a very dim view of bounty hunters, stalkers and private detectives entering their turf. Any bounty hunter who disputes this is in for an extended stay in a Cuban prison.  You, as an intentional desaparecido [disappeared one,]  are safer in Cuba than you are in Los Angeles, California, as long as you obey the rules, or make the effort to learn which rules you can stretch through time. Havana's disadvantage is the two tier pricing system, a system that would require study to bypass.  If you had to live with the two-tier pricing system you'd go broke unless you had a sizable amount of money.

I know people who live in Havana and bypass the two tier pricing system.  They've lived there for many years and they earn a living there through one method or another.  They are safe, and they are untouchable. With that said, you should note that Cartagena has a swell boat basin, much nicer than the Hemingway Marina in Havana. Cartagena has a large calm harbor, great beaches, and add to those facts that the area knows no natural calamities such as hurricanes, earthquakes nor mass tourism. The prices in Cartagena are like the prices Costa Rica had twenty years ago.  I'd rather live in Cartagena than Havana.  I read books, the only books in Cuba aren't worth reading.

Consider the irony that Cuba has a system that increases literacy rates for Cubans while it  simultaneously denies any choice in what Cubans are allowed to read. Without choices, ...values cannot exist.  But that doesn't negate Cuba as spot to disappear to, it just qualifies it somewhat.

Getting There Is Half The Fun

Another annoyance, and disgrace, of those books written for those seeking to disappear are the travel methods outlined.  I could name ten ways to enter and leave most countries.

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