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. 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. The only way to reach it is by trekking in the forest for at least 4 days.


Entering the forest. Generally, 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 pretty 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, so 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 all the way.


In the dark appeared giant toads. Before leaving, the agency had recommended to me to not touch them because they are poisonous. Then I realized: probably they are the famous hallucinogenic toads! A lovely lick to their back… and away, flying to new horizons! Ehh 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 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 exploiting it for maximizing profit, they care about the animals living there and the future generations! What fools!!


Indigenous children.


After a night sleeping with the sweet sound of the 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 solid spiritual view of existence. For them, everything has a symbolic meaning 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 let’s 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, in 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…


Little girls saddle a donkey.


In the morning mist.


Horses in the forest.


At one point, from the river begins a long stairway towards the Ciudad Perdida. Indigenous people claim to know since ever of the city’s existence, and in fact, it is unlikely 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, the same type used now by their descendants. When archaeologists come here, they found many of these destroyed by grave robbers because the Tayrona buried their dead covered with gold ornaments under their houses.


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 for asking for more attention on human rights in Colombia and released them after 3 months.


The city rises from 900 meters up to 1300. It 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. Other cities are almost certainly hidden somewhere around, and I think that the grave robbers have already found them. Practical people, not like the bookworms archaeologists… :D


According to the guide, who was very competent, the city was just a sacred place and was only inhabited during religious celebrations. Elsewhere I read that, in addition to being religious, it was also an important political and economic center and was permanently inhabited from 1500 to 3000 people.


View from above.


Dekaro Jones and the lost city!” (Yannik)


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 since it’s a city that seems devoted only to trading. I also visited Giron, a colonial town nearby, cute, but after Villa de Leyva could not stand the comparison.

Then, finally, after many up and down on mountain roads, I am back by the blue sea. First, I went for 3 days to Tayrona National Park, full of hidden beaches in a dense forest.

After that, I arrived here in Santa Marta. It’s not so pretty, but, until now, the city closest to how I imagined Colombia: the architecture, the colorful houses, the markets, and also the people. Here, died in 1830 Simon Bolivar, the principal 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 camping was about an hour’s walk bumpy, and since I also had the backpack, I preferred to ride a horse on the outward and return journeys.


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


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


Like a natural or divine abstract sculpture. These large boulders were revered by the Tairona people, who lived in these areas, and from whom the park takes its name.


One of the many beaches. Sometimes are reachable only by forest paths.




Another beach with giant boulders.


Horses carrying goods.


Little beach.


…and so on, there are dozens.




Monkey coming down from a tree.


Boulders at dusk.


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


Interior of a barber in Santa Marta.


Santa Marta market.




The map of places visited so far. From Salvador de Bahia, I went a little south to Arraial, then north by the coast until Belem, then by river to Manaus, flight to Bogota, and from there 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’s challenging trekking organized by an agency because it is not allowed to do it by yourself. Ehhh, what I wouldn’t do for you, my blog readers! 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 maybe exaggerating. Still, it’s true that a little bit I do it for you, otherwise I already know that you come out with the usual grumbles: mhmm but you just put pictures of beaches… mhmm but everybody can do that… etc… Ungrateful. Ungrateful readers.

Ok, so I venture into the forest in search of the Lost City! Follow me…