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.

Tayrona National Park and Santa Marta

Hello beloved friends! This time, photos of Tayrona National Park and Santa Marta, both on the Caribbean coast on the north.
Before getting there from Villa de Leyva, I stopped one night in Bucaramanga. There is hardly anything to tell about it, is a city that seems devoted only to trading. I also visited Giron, a colonial town nearby, pretty, but since I was coming from Villa de Leyva it could not stand the comparison.
Then finally, after so many up and down on mountain roads, here I am on the blue sea. At first I went 3 days in Tayrona National Park, filled with countless hidden beaches in the dense forest.
After, here in Santa Marta, which is not very pretty, but it is so far the city that comes closest to how I imagined Colombia: as architecture, colorful houses, markets, and even people. Here, died in 1830 Simon Bolivar, the main architect of the wars of independence of several South American nations.

 

Inside Tayrona park, at one point is possible to proceed only on foot or horseback. My camp was about an hour’s walk bumpy and since I also had the backpack I preferred to take the horse on the outward and return journeys.

 

And I rented a place in a hut, using again my hammock.

 

On the beaches and in the forest there are spectacular giant boulders.

 

Like a natural or divine abstract sculpture. Actually, the Tayrona people who inhabited these areas and from which the park takes its name, worshipped these big boulders.

 

One of the many beaches. Often, you can reach them just by taking forest paths.

 

Leaves.

 

Another beach with giant boulders.

 

Horses carrying goods.

 

Little beach.

 

…and so on, there are dozens.

 

Monkey.

 

Monkey coming down from a tree.

 

Boulders at dusk.

 

A strange bird wandered through the camp. Like a turkey, it swelled awkwardly when approached, perhaps to frighten.

 

In Santa Marta. Interior of a barber.

 


Santa Marta market.

 

Colors.

 


The map of places visited so far. From Salvador de Bahia, a little south to Arraial, then north on the coast to Belem, then by river to Manaus, flight to Bogota and to the Caribbean coast.

 

And now? And now guys the going gets tough: tomorrow I go for a 5-day trek into the forest to reach the mythical Ciudad Perdida, a mysterious archaeological site where there was once a complex pre-Columbian city and that can only be reached on foot. It is a very challenging trek, but organized by an agency, it is not allowed to do it alone. Eh, what I would not do for you, readers of this blog! For us? And of course! As for me, I would be safe at home, satisfied with my daily job, waiting for the evening to watch some tv series… well, now I’m exaggerating, but it’s true that a little bit I do it for you, otherwise you come out with the usual grumbles: eh but you just put pictures of beaches… but everybody can do that… etc. Ungrateful.

Well, then I venture into the forest in search of the lost city! Follow me…