Packing list:
- One large yellow backpack stocked with six cans of various precooked meats, too many girl clothes, toiletries, and one towel
- One small red backpack packed with an enviably small and sensible selection of boy clothes and three books
- 3 liters of water (which would be sweated out in under an hour) and one bottle of coconut flavored rum
- One plastic grocery bag full of high-sodium and/or high-sugar individually packaged snacks and one roll of toilet paper
(Notably absent from above list: cutlery, can opener, mosquito repellent, and second towel).
Setting off
We love camping, we said. Three nights won’t possibly be enough! We daydreamed about sunsets on the beach, fresh air and stars overhead. We extolled ourselves for our enlightened appreciation of the simple things in life.
With our usual optimism and an amateur packing list, we set off from our home base of Cartagena for Parque Tayrona, a paradisaical national park in Santa Marta four hours northeast by bus. We passed through Barranquilla (home of the legendary Carnaval), over the Rio Magdalena, and into the jungle. Every town we passed was increasingly covered in vegetation. The mountains slowly emerged, capped with halos of mist that curled down like ribbons into the valleys.
I thought a lot about blood on that bus trip (not for personal reasons), of vicious things that happened in those jungles. I thought of the Colombia I’d heard of years before: a specter defined by coffee, cocaine, and decapitations.
We arrived at the park entrance at 5:02. Evidently, amid all our starry-eyed daydreaming, we failed to realize that the park closes at 5:00 PM. Sharp.
After being rebuffed with a tight-lipped “The park is closed,” our puppy eyes and pleading were somehow pathetic enough to convince a second employee to register our IDs and admit us to the park. And so, we started our trip with the great luck not to have to search for habitation in the Colombian wilderness after sundown. Win.
First night in the jungle
For those who haven’t heard a howler monkey in the wild, the sound registers somewhere between an energetic woodpecker and a choleric dinosaur, depending how close you are. During our several hour walk to our campsite, we heard howlers*, dodged bats swooping over the trail, and stepped over multi-lane highways of red ants the size of my pinky toes. The only real mode of transportation within the park is by foot (or by hoof if you choose to pay for a ride on an unenthusiastic horse). We chose the first option.
The sounds became stranger and the trail more challenging as the sun set. Just as the last bits of pink light were leaving the sky, we plodded into the campsite on the first of many beaches in the park. Over the next few days, I would see other backpackers wander into our site as if they’d been lost in the wilderness for days: disheveled, hunched under the weight of their packs, and always slightly confused but glad to have found a place to sleep. I imagine that’s precisely how we appeared that first night.
We were met in the darkness by a man we’d later come to know as Andres. Andres– owner of the campground, master of the stink eye. His face seemed to be crusted over permanently by the salty air, like a weathered pirate. He moved like rusted iron. I got the feeling that he wasn’t nearly as old as he looked.
Our first night consisted of tired legs, coconut rum, an eight-foot alligator washing up on shore (alive), laughing with boisterous Colombians until Andres turned off the lights in an effort to shut us up, and falling asleep in hammocks at 4 AM.
Paradise and mosquitoes
Over the course of the next few days, my dear travel partner and I came to some uncomfortable conclusions regarding our tolerance for the outdoors. After being ravaged by mosquitoes (I still look like I have the chicken pox), our romantic visions of taming the jungles of Santa Marta with naught but canned tuna began to fizzle.
But as sleepless as our nights may have been, the days were spectacular. We hiked for hours from beach to beach, dipping in the water whenever we got too warm. The waves were turquoise and surprisingly powerful. The humid and buggy nights were alleviated by a few cold beers and still more boisterous Colombians (and Argentinians and Brazilians).
Home Sweet Cartagena
After hiking, swimming, and hammocking to our hearts’ content, we left Parque Tayrona with lighter packs and sore quadriceps. Finding our way back out of the park to a bus stop required walking several hours of trails through humid forests, followed by a cramped taxi ride with two Australians.
By the time we climbed onto the bus in Santa Marta, the combination of my own stench and three days worth of sweaty clothes stewing in my pack was beyond repulsive; it was bordering on toxic. I avoided making eye-contact with the people around me. In retrospect, I probably should have apologized. No one deserves to be stuck next to the stinky hippies on a four-hour bus ride. Que pena.
And so we returned to Cartagena, surprisingly nostalgic for the home we’d only left a few days earlier. Tayrona may be a permanent paradise for some (like Andres and the alligators), but I’ll stick with the magic of the walled city and air conditioning units for now.
* I assume they were howler monkeys, but I have no authority to identify wildlife. The shrieks were terrifying, though. If anyone who is more educated in the flora and fauna of coastal Colombia knows what that creature might have been, let me know.
I’ve just returned from a trip into Tayrona. It was lovely to read your account of the place.
So glad to hear it, Andrew!
Hi! I am getting ready for a backpacking trip in India! I found your sight! I love it! Also, I am in search of a backpack! The one pictured above looks awesome! I can tell it is an osprey but what color and style is it?
Thank you!
What an adventure! This is awesome.
Thanks for reading, Dylan!
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Nice blog, feels like I need a vacation there for some fresh air and cool water. The photos looks inspiring and thank you for sharing 🙂
Thanks Paul!
I haven’t been to Colombia, definitely on my list, but I have to say that quitting everything and just disappearing for a while into Latin America is a beautiful thing! I just started my journey (in the DR)! So I’m excited to see I’m not the only lunatic out there!
Cheers to a fellow lunatic! 😉 It’s great to hear that you are taking a similar journey. I’m definitely going to check out your blog to hear how it’s going in DR!
Thank you 🙂 enjoy the rest of your lunacy I know I will!
This is something I planned on doing a couple of weeks ago, at the end, my plans didn’t come out as I expected, but they ar still on for january; your story made me wanna go there now.
Great photos and writing!
I’m sorry to hear your plans fell through! But it’s great that you are still planning to go in January. Stunning place. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!
Beautiful pictures!
Thank you Pam!
Great writing and stunning pictures! I ❤ Colombia and would love to go back someday… And yes, howler monkeys can scare the crap out of you, expecially if you're not expecting them to be lurking around!
Thanks Cristina! Sounds like we are both travel addicts, perhaps Colombia addicts too!
My little bro is in Columbia at the moment and was talking about this place. I am going to forward your write up and stunning photos to him.
Awesome, I hope he gets a chance to visit! Tell him Cartagena is a must-see as well. Thanks for reading!
Yeah Colombia gets such a bad rep but I do want to go there someday (but maybe not a trip through the jungle to sleep on hammocks on the beach… as romantic as it sounds, I am not fond of mosquitoes). My cousin’s boyfriend is from Manizales and he showed me pictures of his hometown–absolutely gorgeous!
I hope you do visit some time, Amelie! It’s a beautiful and romantic place. How funny that you mention Manizales, I was just looking at pictures of the city today and thinking how nice it would be to visit. It’s right in the coffee zone (la zona cafetera), where you can find coffee plantations, cloud forests, etc.
Thanks for reading!
Howler monkey = Actual werewolf!! I stayed in the jungle in south Mexico in a small little hut and hearing that sound at night scared the living s*** out of me!
I’d actually really like to spend a few days here in the park. 🙂 I camped for three days (two nights) and hated it because I was getting eaten alive by all the horrible jungle insects. I’d like to try it again and attempt to adapt. 🙂
I love your pictures btw.
Haha thank God I didn’t hear them at night when I was trying to sleep, the roosters and mosquitoes and alligators were enough for me to deal with. And yes, I think bugs are possibly the most aggravating part about the outdoors. I’d also like to give it another shot (after buying some 99% DEET repellent). Thanks Ceri!
wonderful place!
This a amazing place and Colombia has beautiful places that people would like to visit. I totally recomend it. 😉
I second that, Lina! Thanks for reading. 🙂
Yes it certainly is! Thanks for reading, Samaritana (beautiful name by the way)!
Thanks!
I so would love to visit this place 🙂
I hope you do some day, Lakia! Colombia is magic. 🙂
Gorgeous. I admit, I’m very envious. I’m graduating with my MA next month, and the original plan was to tour South America with my bestie. Then getting pregnant kind of got in the way of that plan! lol. Oh well. I’m embarking on a whole new kind of adventure I guess. Cheers 🙂
Thanks Shannon! Double congratulations for finishing up your Masters and for the baby on the way! You’re right, that is a whole new kind of adventure. I wish you all the best, thank you for reading!
Thanks so much for the great trip journal. Like you, Columbia makes me think of decapitations but, it’s amazing how a place can sound so horrible until you get there and realize that it’s only just as bad as everywhere else if you’re part of a drug cartel or have no common sense. Bolivia was just the same when I went, people were scaring my Mum with all sorts of horror stories {I was only 18} but when I got down there it was awesome and no issues whatsoever. Those beaches look incredible by the way!
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Very true. I’ve had to explain myself to a lot of people this past year (“no Dad, really, people DO take vacations to Russia and survive!”), just like you had to withstand all those horror stories people kept telling you about Bolivia. Obviously bad things can happen, particularly in countries with less than stable governments, and I can’t pretend that I’m invincible as a traveler. But stereotypes that linger from decades long past don’t serve anyone either. In short, I’m glad that you had a great trip to Bolivia with your Mom!
Also, thanks for the link to the giveaway, I’ll be sure to check it out!
Beautiful photos! congratulations
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Thanks Sara!
Terrific variety of images. Looks like a country I’d enjoy exploring.
Thanks bruhpad, I bet you would enjoy it!
Beautiful beaches! Congrats on being Freshly Pressed.
Thank you Eagle-Eyed!
This was the straw that broke my camels back. I have been dreaming of Colombia for 3 years. Your blog has finally taken me there. thank you!
Yes, please do go! Colombia is beautiful and so full of magic. I especially adore the coast (and I’m dying to visit the coffee districts in the mountains). Like their tourism slogan says, the only risk is wanting to stay!
Parque Tayrona looks like a magical place. Beautiful photos and writing that brings it to life!
It really is magical, Denise, like to many places in Colombia. There is so much character, so many quirks, every where I go. I could write about it forever. Thanks for reading!
What a trip you are on! Adore your writing. You have a new avid follower.
Thank you Jess! I moved back here to Colombia about a month ago (I lived there for the first part of this year before going to Russia). Not sure exactly how long I’ll be staying, but I’m loving every moment of it while I’m here. Thanks for following!
Os “odio”! I’m green of envy. Lucky things!
Gracias lapuertaentornada! I am lucky indeed.
Beautiful pics. The beaches are amazing, but I find it odd that the rocks have little or no marine life on them. I live in the Pacific Northwest. If those rocks were on a beach up here, they would be covered in barnacles, mussels, anemones and starfish.
You know, I thought the same thing. It was very other-worldly. I kept posturing these theories about where these huge rocks came from, but my Colombian companions kept shooting them down. There is some seaweed growing on the underside of the rocks, just where the water meets them, but I think everything that is exposed is baked with such ferocity by the sun that nothing aquatic could survive.
Thanks for reading!
Well, one thing is for sure, the ocean water up here is faaareeeeeeezing cold. Numbs your feet, so I believe you might be on to something. 🙂
Superbly written Blog and fantastic pictures
Thanks a lot John!
Such amazing photos! Looks like paradise!
Thank you Anarya, it really was paradise (we just happened to be sharing that paradise with a few pesky mosquitoes)!
Wow, what an amazing place !!! fab pictures too … Tanya
Thank you Tanya!
I am from Cali, Colombia. I have never been to Cartagena or Santa Marta, but I sure hope I can go one day with my family. But I’ve been to San Andres. It is beautiful. I highly recommend it.
I hope you can visit some day! I am hopelessly in love with Cartagena (y un Cartagenero). It really is as magical as it is described to be. I haven’t been to San Andres yet, I will have to check it out. Thanks for reading, Jennifer!
Nice shots! I love the frisbee snap. Nice place as well 🙂
Thanks, that was sort of a random lucky shot while my boyfriend was going all Indiana Jones climbing on the rocks. Boys. 😉
Simplicity of the place makes it more breathtaking! 🙂
I agree, budget wanderer. I probably couldn’t live there full time, but a short break from my addiction to technology and air-conditioning was good for my soul. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
Wonderful site, happy travels!
Thanks Brett!
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Great colorful pics. Thanks. And those beach pics are just my place…… very jealous.
Thanks Mick, it really was ideal!
Beautiful pictures — really like your hat rack! Thanks for sharing 🙂
Thanks, I thought it was an awesome place to hang a hat too!
Thanks for sharing! I put a link of your blog on my site 🙂
Thank you so much Talitha!
Yeah Meghan! Look at you, Ms. Freshly Pressed again! Congrats! 🙂
Thank you Nicole!
Lovely pix — I especially appreciated the “average budget-conscious lunch” of ramen, Coke and candy! 😉
Thank you Mikalee. It’s not exactly the freshly-caught fish and pina coladas I wished we were enjoying, but it works just the same. I’d rather eat simply and put the money toward travel anyway. 🙂
Your pictures look great. I’ve just moved to Cartagena, I’ll definitely be putting this place on my ‘to visit’ list!
Thanks groovy, and welcome to the city! I hope you love it as much as I do. May I ask what brings you here? Enjoy the magic and I hope you get to Parque Tayrona sometime as well!
Well so far so good! I’m slowly starting to find my way around and discovering all the little things that make Cartagena cool. I’m a teacher, I was in Egypt and fancied a change so Colombia it was!
That’s awesome! How adventurous. I’m looking forward to hearing about it on your blog. 🙂
Meghan,
I hate you
I love you
I miss you
I’m jealous of everything you’re doing. Marta is beautiful…. I mean…I mean.. Santa Marta is beautiful!
PS Joshua and I were just commenting on how much we love reading your well-written blog. I always feel like I am right there next to you (in spirit I am)!
Sent me and email!
Right back at you girl. I miss you guys and wish you could come visit! I’ll be sending an email your way shortly, my little Santa Marta.
this looks awesome! usually the most uncomfortable and hectic adventures are the most memorable and make for the best stories! thanks for sharing. xoxo
It was definitely a lot of fun. I kept telling myself the same thing, that usually the craziest experiences make for the best stories. This one was pretty tame in the relative scheme of things, to be honest, but still memorable!
Beautiful pictures as always. You really make me want to travel more.
I’m glad to hear that, thanks for reading!
Fantastic post , and what an adventure!! Great photos , we can proudly say that our planet had got creativity when it comes to scenery 🙂
Thanks panayiotis! It was a really fun few days. And yes, creative is a great word to describe those rock formations. It looked like the gods were playing games or something.
What a gorgeous place! I loved your post. I can only imagine the deadly Mosquitos though. I am a mosquito magnet ! Still sounds like a dreamy and romantic trip though! 🙂
Thanks Nicole, that makes too of us! Sweet blood I guess. It was certainly still romantic and tons of fun. I’d happily go back one day (but with lots of repellent)!
Like always, i love your writing and your amazing tales…
Thanks Nico, and don’t be surprised if you make a cameo in a post sometime soon!
Oooh, I’m so sorry you were attacked by so many jerkwad mosquitos. Those pictures are gorgeous, though, so I suppose it’s a “no pain no gain” situation.
And, yes, Howlers sound like something straight out of Jurassic Park. I loooove them.
Exactly, small price to pay for paradise!
Fabulous beaches – but Paradise always has its serpents : in your case – the mosquitoes! Loved the pics. And you’re right – there’s no subnstitute for indoor plumbing and hot & cold running water. Enjoy!
Very true, and I’ll take the mosquitoes over the alligator any day! Thanks Alison.
Incredibly beautiful and the water is so exceptionally blue.
The blues were incredible, as only the Caribbean can boast. Thanks aguja!
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Thanks Jade!
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