Hidden caribbean beaches through the jungle
Trip Start Dec 12, 2007
39Trip End Ongoing
Also heard that Fidel Castro has now officially anounced his retirement in Cuba. I hope the place doesnt change to much, as its another world there. But Im happy to say that I've known the Cuba in Fidels time...
We were up on another sunny day in Taganga to have our last fruite juice with our local friends we made there. As well as saying goodbye to Yushi and Shinook, our French buddies we made while on the hike to Ciudad Perdida. 2 Germans by the name of Stephan and Andy, a French girl, a Swiss girl and us 2 Aussie blokes hopped in a taxi and headed for Santa Marta where we baught enough food supplies from the outdoor markets littered with raw meat stagnating in the sun, supermarkets and more, for 3 days we are about to spend in Tayrona Parque
An hour later we were at the national park entrance. Parque de Tayrona covers hundreds of square kilometres of the coastline, preserving a large section of Colombias Caribbean coast that holds some of the most beautiful beach environments in the entire continent. We payed our steep entrance fee of 25,000 pesos and got in a Jeep to ride 25 minutes to our drop off point, where we then had to walk an hour through the jungle to get to the coast. There are a chain of absolutely stunning beaches that hit you when you exit the jungle. The less touristy one that we are aiming for is yet another hour hike along the coast. The beaches we passed were quite extrodinary, as the light coloured golden sand rose from the light blue water to the wild palm trees that line the beach numerously, creating a seclusion from the outside world. Each beach being segregated from its neighbouring beach by huge big smooth grey boulders that have been sanded into giant round balls from millions of years of wind erosion, adding to the picture perfection of the scenery surrounding me.
Arriving at our beach, we found out that it was 15,000 pesos (8AUD) for a hammock and 35,000 (19AUD) for a tent that holds 2 people. Absolute extorsion, seeming though we already paid to get into the park. Nup, not putting up with that, so we spoke to a couple that had been here for a week, and got knowledge of a secluded beach 25 minutes walk away with no one on it at all. We headed off through the jungle again to get to this beach with intensions of spending the night on the beach under the stars, next to a camp fire to keep us warm
Thge beach was nearly perfection! (I have to say nearly, because its no Cuban beach, haha). There wasnt a soul around and it had a beautiful setting on a curved C shape with white golden coast accompanied with the jungle rising above to the mountains in the background. The sun soon set, and a fire we got started! It gets really dark quickly here, so we all circuled the fire with our 4L container of Rum, and puffed slowly, burning the joint as it went around. The night passed quickly due to the intense drinking game the Swiss taught us. At one stage me and one of the German guys shit ourselves as our small torch we had, lit up an absolutely huge spider, larger than my hand, on the sand right next to our bloody legs!! We didnt kill it (Jasmin, you'd be proud, haha), but made sure we moved it far enough away that it wouldnt be tempted to return during the night. Later on at 9ish, these guys that owned the previouse expensive camp said we had to come back before 10 or they will call the police (its illegal to light fires and camp out of designated areas here). We know they were bluffing, as we all know people in Latin America too well, they just want money! We called their bluff, as them or any police never showed up for the rest of the night. However, time kicked on and at an unknown hour it all came to and end as we headed off to bed.
The night was a little cold, but I managed to get a few hours sleep in between all the crabs that crawled over me during the night. I was soon awoken by the same bloody guys that found us last night, haha - they were shitty that we called their bluff.
That morning and afternoon I spent it in solitude, by myself on these rocks around the coastline, which took quite a bit of effort climbing to get too, in which looked like no one else was willing to make. It works for me through as Im all alone, sitting high up away from site on these big round boulders, facing my own section of sea as the waves beat repeatidly below making a relaxing and calm setting where I can think, write, read and siesta.
Eventually pulling myself away from my own little world, I met up with Matty and the Swiss to walk back to the 'cheaper' first camp where we will spend the next 2 nights. (Seriouse threats about calling the police now... hah!).