Cabo de la Vela and surrounding.

Hello dear readers! I am in the wonderful Cartagena, but for now I put the photos of the places where I’ve been in the meantime, particularly Cabo de la Vela, located in the farthest north of Colombia, in the Guajira Peninsula, on the border with Venezuela. To get there from Santa Marta I had to make several changes between bus, taxi, motorcycle taxi, and finally a couple of hours behind a van for the last part from Uribia, crossing a desert area with small settlements of clay houses and huts.
There is a clear sea and, after climbing on the bare hills around, a nice view of the coast, but the village is a bit ‘absurd: one dry and dusty road where there is nothing to do. Some walk on the quiet shore, some forced meditation from my hammock with sea view and as I reached the enlightenment I went back to Santa Marta.

 

Kogui girl. After, other few photos of trekking to the Lost City.

 

 

 

 

 

And a picture definitely deserves our dear mule that we rented to carry the bags on the last day, because we were tired. In steep slopes, she also carried a girl who was not feeling very well.

 

Guys skating in Santa Marta, where I stayed between the various hikes of the recent days. It was always nice to be there, a nice warm sun, low prices and easy to moving around on foot.

 

Stand of fruit smoothies in Santa Marta.

 

Colorful van in Taganga, a smal village with two ordinary beaches, 15-minute bus ride from Santa Marta. At a guess (I visited it just for one day) it gave me the impression of being a sort of meeting point for backpackers who want drugs and party all night. Things of the past for me…

 

Shop in Uribia, where I took the van to get to Cabo de la Vela.

 

Peoples in Uribia.

 

Inside the van.

 

On the van, I met David, a guy from the Colombian Amazon. As soon as he saw me with the camera said: no photos, no photos! Ok, no problem. But a moment later he said mmm yeah, take just one. Soon after I was asked another, then another, in the end I was almost finishing the card, he could not stop asking!
I met again him by chance yesterday here in Cartagena. I’ve also met here a couple (a Polish guy and a Chilean girl) of the trekking group to the Ciudad Perdida. And also two Austrian girls met in Santarem, Brazil! We went together to Alter do Chao. In Cabo de la Vela I met an Israeli boy known in the camp after the first day of trekking.

 

Always in the van, in the desert area.
Seeing David, don’t think that is typical of Colombia going around with faces painted and Indian clothes. The Colombians were looking at him more surprised than me and as were walking together in Cabo de la Vela a police van stopped him, a lot of questions, I almost feared that they arrested him!
 

Gradually, people went down in small camps in the desert.

 

The only road in Cabo de la Vela: a row of huts and little houses on the sea, where is possible to sleep in hammocks. My hammock is in the house a little higher in the background.

 

One of the many restaurants (so to speak) of Cabo de la Vela. If you ask them what is possible to eat, they look at you as if you were asking things like “I need to change the oil in my car” or “What movie is shown tonight?.” And when you say that you are also vegetarian, goodbye. Luckily there was some rice with a few vegetables, even those are scarce.

 

Birds.

 

A.C. Milan fishermen.

 

Evidently, even in the field of fisheries, the Rossoneri are great. Instead, not far away, there were fishermen with t-shirts of Inter Milan who hadn’t taken anything! What losers!

 

Girls

 

And with the setting Sun God, I leave you too. But as He… I’ll be back.

Searching for the Lost City. . .

Hello dear friends! This time I tell you of the extraordinary Ciudad Perdida, the Lost City in the Colombian forest.
Its name is Teyuna and it was built around 800 AD by Tayrona, the generic name of the people who inhabited these areas before the arrival of the Spaniards. After it was abandoned, it was swallowed by the forest for over 400 years until it was discovered in 1972 by grave robbers, who, for some years after, sold in markets its treasures, especially gold objects. In the early ’80s the first tourists started to arrive and the only way to reach it is by trekking in the forest for at least 4 days.

 

Entering the forest. Generally, the hiking is about going up and down the mountains of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. Sometimes alongside the Buritaca river, sometimes on the crests.
It is quite challenging, but worth doing, both for the spectacular scenery you pass through and for the lost city reached at the end.
The main problem is primarily the mud that makes strenuous climbing and dangerous descending because of slips. In many places there are very narrow paths near cliffs, a little dangerous.

 

My first day was hard because I covered the path that I had to do in two. The night before leaving, the agency told me that there was no one else but me and then I had to choose if to wait at least a day to form a group or to reach the group that started already in that morning.
So I did almost 10 hours of trekking, the last 2 hours with the torch, it was already dark. My guide was a young boy and at one point a dog joined us along all the way.

 

In the dark appeared big toads. Before leaving, the agency had recommended me not to touch them because they are poisonous. Then I realized: probably they are the famous hallucinogenic toads! A nice lick to their back… and away, flying to new horizons! Eh guys, I know, but in life nothing is free.

 

At the first night camp I started to meet the descendants of the Tayrona natives, which are divided into 4 groups: Kogui, Ikas (also Arhuacos) Wiwa and the Kankwamos. They speak the language Chibcha.
When, after 75 years of fighting, the Spaniards defeated them in the Sierra Nevada, the remaining Tayrona were massacred and their villages burned. Some natives, however, managed to flee to the mountains and higher areas, hidden from the Spanish armies and missionaries, and there they recreated some communities.

 

Kogui woman. In their primitive simplicity they consider the Earth as a living being to be treated with care and respect, even in the way of cultivating it. Instead of brutally exploit it and maximize the profit they care about the animals that live there and the future generations! What fools!

 

Indigenous children.

 

After a night sleeping with the sweet sound of river and nocturnal animals, I joined a group of another agency because the group that I had to reach had moved already ahead.

 

Poisonous snake on the trail. All very Indiana Jones, in short.

 

Crossing rivers and streams.

 

The descendants of the Tayrona have a very spiritual existence. Everything has a symbolic meaning for them and what is important is precisely the meaning connections that bind the entire universe beyond the tangible realities. Thus, for example, a house is also a mountain and a mountain is also the cosmos… every element, even the smallest, reflects the whole. Save a small portion of the Earth can save the entire planet and they think they’re doing just that. And we hope they are right and they succeed.

 

From Kogui mythology:
At first there was the sea. Everything was dark. There was neither sun nor moon, neither people nor animals nor plants.
There was only the sea, everywhere. The sea was the Mother. She was water, water everywhere, and she was river, lagoon, stream and sea, and so she was in all parties. Thus, at the beginning there was only the Mother. Her name was Gaulchovang.
The Mother was neither people nor anything. She was Alùna. She was the spirit of what was coming and she was thinking and memory. So the Mother existed only in Alùna, in the world’s lowest, in the lowest depths, alone…

 

Girls prepare a donkey.

 

In the morning mist.

 

Horses in the forest.

 

At one point, from the river begins a long stairway leading up to the Ciudad Perdida. Indigenous people claim to know since ever of the existence of the city and in fact it is unlikely that, hanging out in these areas, they had never noticed this staircase before.

 

Finally we come into the Ciudad Perdida. It’s very large, about 3 km square, but many parts are covered by forest and it has been decided to not uncover them. The stone circles on the ground are the points where there were the huts, which were of the same type as those of their descendants now. When archaeologists come here, they found most of them destroyed by grave robbers because the Tayrona buried the dead under their houses, embellishing with a lots of gold ornaments.

 

Military in the site. The biggest problem is still grave robbers looking for gold and treasures. Moreover, in 2003 the guerrillas of ‘ELN (National Liberation Army) kidnapped a group of tourists asking for more attention on human rights in Colombia and released them after 3 months.
 

The city rises from 900 meters up to 1300 and is composed of terraces at different levels with a complex system of drainage of rainwater. Once, all the towns in the area, over 200, were linked by stone paths in the forest, until the sea. Almost certainly other cities are still hidden somewhere around and I think that the grave robbers have already found them. Practical people, if we wait for the bookworm archaeologists, goodnight.

 

According to the guide, that was very competent, the city was just a sacred place, and it was inhabited only for those occasions. Elsewhere I read instead that, as well as religious, it was also an important political and economic center and was inhabited permanently by 1500 to 3000 people.
 

View from above.

 

”Dekaro Jones and the lost city!” (Yannik)