Showing posts with label la casa de felipe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label la casa de felipe. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Back from the lost city!

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

We went on a boat trip to do some fishing; first with a pole and then with snorkles and harpoons, and after that we ate fish on a nice terrace. We took it easy, eating and checking out the nightlife at El Mirador, a nightclub with less gringos than Sensations, which is full of travellers and prostitutes. I thought the touristy cities by the coast would be less scetchy, but I was very much mistaken. It´s much safer in the smaller cities. I got a ride back to the hostal in a police car, though.

I overslept by more than one hour when I was going on the lost city trek, and I thought I had missed it, but I was right on time.. Colombian time! We had a newcomer from Seattle, Gabe, join us in our crammed jeep. The trip took 2-3hours on terrible roads, but it was quite interesting. The trek starts with rough uphills. The whole trek is pretty much up and down, and it`s quiite muddy and wet, so I was very glad I grew up trekking. I had a huge advantage there. One night was in a hammock and the rest were in beds. They cooked meals for us, some good, some bad. The guides were awesome, feeding us fruit and crossing strong rivers like they were puddles. We swam in many of those pools, and jumped from 6meters. The first night, a couple of us lost the others, and found ourselves walking in the dark jungle for 45 minutes. Really exciting, despite the dangers! No FARC is around there, luckily. There are 150 soldiers on patrol, and some of them lent us their geer to take pictures, on the way back. Cool guys! Don´t know what the deal is, but there is no way they don`t know about the cocain production that`s going on. 120 families in the jungle grows the cocain plants. We went to a cocain factory that next morning; again, very interesting! A guy showed us how to make it and told us a lot about their conditions.




The normal day was getting up Really early, and going to bed at first: 9, then 8, then 7! Drying your clothes was useless. We had a lot of time to hang around while it was pouring down outside the camp, and I don´t think any of us have ever talked so much about food before. We had become a big group after day 1, because we put two groups together. Everyone but me were struggling with mosquito bites. My worst struggles were the occasional heat and the food portions that were way to big for me, right before starting the hikes.
La Ciudad Perdida, the ruins of the lost Inka city, were great! Everyone was impressed. For me, that was a bonus. I loved being in the middle of Nowhere; in the wild colombian jungle. Even though the indeginous people loathe us. We saw some amazing scenery, plants, animals like huge toads, white frogs and three snakes. Two were deadly poisonus and a bit too close, and the other one was two meters long!
The roads were muddy as hell, and when we were really looking forward to getting back, we had to pull another car out of a mudd hole, which took us quite a while. It´s great being back, and I´m meeting the others for parque Tayrona tomorrow. I`m actually supposed to be having dinner with them right now but..

It´s been raining so much that the river has flooded some areas and caused landslides on the roads. Tonight, I´m gonna find some good food and chill out with a movie, which is well deserved!



The ruins










A camp with hammocks, not beds
















Rivercrossing alternative 1













The whole bunch, on the first day














Rivercrossing alternative 2

Taganga

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

What we´ve seen of Santa Marta, and most of Taganga, is not very nice and quite scetchy, but I´ve ended up staying three nights. The food here is good, my hostal is comfortable, I have things to sort out, but the important thing was again the people I met. I was hanging out with an austrian and a brazilian guy one day, and had begun to struggle with headaches when the heavy rain started. Then suddenly, Taylor, the american guy I met in Bogota, appeared. I had to sleep for an hour to get rid of the headache, that I apparently get easily because of the low blood levels that kept me from donating blood before I went. But after that, I joined his big "gang" of Very different and funny people. I never seized being amused. I went out with them that night to dance at a terrasse night club, and after that we chilled out on a private rooftop with the stars and the usual lightings on the horizons. They are every night with a few seconds between each strike. Great!

The agency wouldn´t let me scuba dive for only one day, so I couldn´t join the others, but I met up with them later on, after chilling out in a hammock, filling out some papers. We went to a hostal in Santa Marta to play pool and eat some mexican food. The supervisor at their Bayview hostal wouldn´t let me in this time, so we went up to mine, La Casa De Felipe. We went to bed earlier tonight. I decided to join some of the guys on their trek to La Ciudad Perdida, and rather do Parque Taryona afterwards.
I´m very fascinated of people travelling that start up businesses here.
The guy who owned the mexican place met a guy, didn´t want to go home, started up a hostal and a restaurant. One of the guys I´m hanging out with spends three months every year in Cusco, working to run the only cancer hospital there, if not the only one in all of Peru.