While I was away: Parque Tayrona beaches were “hit-up” with a
lovely greek woman, mountain hike and exit through Calabazo was accomplished
with a wonderfully kind and adventerous french woman, went to Minca with same
woman, met a group of young French travelers, spent a night learning from a dreamy
long-haired Colombian, met aussies and
brits—who I could not understand, discovered how easy and cheap it is to buy
squirrel-housing material, decided I was only going to speak in Spanish no
matter who it was, which became interesting when I met an American and a germ
whilst playing in a river, hiked with them to Los Pinos, watched the sunset at
Los Pinos (looking down at Minca, Santa Marta, and the Caribbean coast was
almost enough to convince me to stay a second night) returned to Minca, left Minca with a wondering
soul, with whom I accidently traveled to the end of La Guajira, was bought two
beers and breakfast before being offered a job by the bus driver who drove us 4
hours past our destination, returned to Costeño Beach, relaxed there for far
too long, made semi-plans with with one young and charming brit to meet-up and
travel again in a week, mocked a second handsome brit, made friends with local fisherman, bought fish
from local fisherman, sustained myself on one-meal a day, pulled myself away
from the Caribbean sea and into cold Bogotá then in some direction for 2 hours
to a Pueblo—whose outskirts contain my first wwoooooooof location, argued with
a laptop who continues to deny me internet, smiled at the adjectives I used to
describe the people Ihave met during my adventure and pondered their reactions,
arrived at my first finca, weeded with a machete (used the cut weeds as mulch),
fertilized plants (with human urine, milk, panela, water, and cow manure),
learned tons of Spanish words for animal sounds, and mastered one tongue
twister: “rapido rapido ruedan los carros cargados de fruta rumbo al
ferrocarril”. So here are some of the pics (some with comments) I took:
2 greeks with whom I traveled the first day
monkeys eating fruit
one of the beaches
attempt at art
this is NOT hiking....
perdy
who needs water when you have me and a pocket knife and coconuts?
ya, be jealous, be very jealous.
the stars were unbelievable!
view from a rock I climbed
What animal do you see?
Cool cats climbed this
I played with sand crabs, whose homes are everywhere (holes in the sand)
maybe the random french guy I accosted.
waking up the first night... I think my pics may be out of order.....
same day waking up on the beach....well a rock on the beach
I actually got up to take this one.
Finally warm enough to sleep and I was awoken by locals. yay....I was invited for tinto and life was good.
Pueblito
Giraffe ehy? exiting parque tayrona
MINCA:
yes, that pink are the insides of the frog
white and green flowers everywhere....
wanted to be this dudes friend
traveled with this germ and u.s. kid for almost 2 days. they were ver fun and adventure-seeking.
I found a higher swing....just saying.
cool man taught us things
not to shabby for a ppl picture ehy? I want to be better at ppl pics.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MOUNTAINS NEVER GET OLD!!!
organic coffee farm
darn, I had a better one, but I was guessing because they were so small.
bamboo gets too tall and bends over.
view from los pinos
hey, you know who you are. this is the hammock I was talking about. this one is stationary
here ends 1 sunset from los pinos
fresh mangos everywhere for breakfast
minca map
pretty seeds
they kept running towards the water and running away when the water came.
again I had better pics of this area where the river meets the ocean
I swear I have a pic where the pretty seed and not my hand is in focus
my bed.... BE SO JEALOUS! aside from the possible concussion (courtesy of falling coconuts, palm trees are the best for hanging hammocks!
BELOW RESORT-LIKE SURF THING:
yes, men pee out in the open.
morning mountain hike in Caqueza before mornign work.
the path was not always accompanied by this blueish tarp
morning fog