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.
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…
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!
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.