Blogs from Parque Nacional Tayrona, Santa Marta, Colombia, South America - page 3

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After leaving Cali we got the bus up to Cartagena on the Caribbean coast. Cartagene is the biggest port in Colombia and is where all the boats arrive ferrying people to and from from Panama. The city has 11km of old walls around the historic part and a big fort which used to defend the city. It's full of old colonial buildings too so has a really nice feel to it. The weather here was a massive change though, being really hot and humid so was a bit of a shock to the system! We decided to spend a couple of days here to see the sights. The first day we took a tourist bus around the city as it was too hot to do much walking! The second day we did a tour to a ... read more
Cartegena
Fort in Cartegena
Cartegena dock


Hola Hola!!! Aan de vooravond van ons grote 5 daagse wandel avontuur naar Ciudad Perdida, m´n laatse blog geschreven.......daarna nog veel meer beleefd en omdat ik dit nu schrijf hebben we dus deze hike overleefd. In een oude jeep zaten 8 avontuurlijk reizeigers met onze backpacks + al het eten opgepropt als sardientjes. Gelukkig duurde het maar 2,5 uur en had de weg niet minder gaten dan een gemiddelde edammer kaas. Deze kaaskoppen begonnen de hike met 2 andere relaxte stelletjes (aussies en zuid afrikanen) en onze leuke gids vergezeld door een 16 jarige kok (bleek toch al 23 te zijn maar leek er niet op) Wat wil je nog meer dan met 32 graden en een luchtvochtigheid van 110%, niks dan heerlijk zweten met een backpack op je rug. Bergje op en bergje af en ... read more
The lost city trail
Indigenous children
Tayrona indians


After camping a few days in Tayrona, we decided to head for some luxury. We grabbed a motorcycle and rode to Los Naranjos on the outskirts of the park. We arrived at a hotel overlooking the ocean where is meets the Rio Piedras. The hotel is called Barlovento and is where Rich's cousin had stayed several months before. It's a private home that jets out over a cliff and has open air beds that look onto the ocean. It also has one of the best toilet views ever imagined... see pics! Sleeping here was amazing listening to the waves crash onto the shore... even though I was afraid of rolling out of bed and off the platform onto the beach below... unlikely, but that's just me! We arrive without a reservation and find no rooms available. ... read more
Bathroom View
Neat Pic
Hammocks


After a night in Taganga, we caught a but to Tayrona National Park. It runs along the Caribbean sea at the foot of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta mountains. Upon arrival, we began an hour plus hike (with our massive backpacks) to our campground. The shade of the jungle provided some relief but it was an exhausting hike, especially since we had to constantly avoid donkey pooh!!! (donkey is the only way to bring supplies to the campgrounds and restaurants along the beach fronts). It was rewarding to finally arrive at our camp in Arrecifies. We stayed at Finca El Paraiso which is directly on the beach, although the current is too strong for swimming here. There is a sign informing us that over 100 people have drowned at this beach, so it is best ... read more
Hiking into Tayrona N.P. (2)
Jim hiking into the park
Finca El Parasio


Following 3 hours sleep in a hammock because our dorm was right next to a party that didn’t finish till 6am, we left the next morning with a girl called Liz we’d met at the hostel. As soon as we made our way to the bus stop, the heavens opened. This would be the start of a very wet and miserable hike to the National Park. Getting the public bus was definitely easy and saved a fortune on getting a taxi. They obviously knew where we were headed and shouted when we had arrived. Very nice Columbian people. An hour or so later and we arrived at the entrance to Parque Nacional Tayrona. There is quite a steep entrance fee but well worth it once you are in there. We were told that the furthest part ... read more
View from our hammocks
Tayrona
Cabo San Juan


Day 102 Back to Dreamers to dump our big bags – and we are greeted like old friends (we nickname it Cheers hostel). Bump into Peta and Nick, who have just done the lost city trek and feel a bit relieved not to have done it too... all sounds a bit like hard work to me! We stock up on supplies and catch the local bus to a bus stop called Rancho Roger (we hope this isn’t some sort of weird joke). We spot the sign for the surf place and head up the road to the beach, and then walk through a track which cuts through a forest of palm trees, marvelling at how lovely and quiet and undeveloped it is. Colin, the Canadian, greets us, we choose our bedroom for the night (a small ... read more
Surfs Up
Swing
Limbering up


Day 90 We are quickly learning that in Colombia things cost twice as much and take twice as long as expected... so our 3 hour trip to Santa Marta takes 6 hours and costs double what we were told by our hotel. Other passengers in the minivan are business people, and they get pretty irate about being late for meetings and have a fight with the driver, which is such an awkward moment that I get the giggles, especially when the drives threatens to stop and let everyone off. Oh and the 6 hour trip does not include a stop for the toilet... When we arrive at the oasis that is the dreamer hostel we are just so glad... the lovely owner ushers us inside where we are greeted by a lovely pool, onsite Italian restaurant ... read more
Seeking Shade
Golden
Feeling cold at Minca


Last night I slept like a rock in my hamaca--I think I´ve officially mastered the art of sleeping one for a full night without waking up. After such an epic week to the Lost City and then more trekking through the jungle just to get to our camp site in Parque Tayrona, all I wanted to do was bask in the sun and relax. So this morning we took the 5 minute walk to the beach searching for fruit for breakfast. However, once we got to the beach it was absolutely desolate- the perfect, untouched beach juxtaposed with the lush green of the jungle was pretty much postcard worthy. Walking along the beach we passed a lone donkey just hanging out and then saw a little sign for a Panaderìa (bakery). As we reached the sign ... read more




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