Jurassic Park
[The second part of my North Colombian “detox” story was my insane Lost City trek, which I’ve already described. (Part one was adventure time in San Gil.) The third and element of my solo traveling in Colombia was Parque Tayrona.]
After the Lost City all I wanted was a hot shower and a night’s sleep in anything but a hammock. And maybe also some way to exfoliate all that DEET offa me.
But because of time constraints, I went straight on to Tayrona National Park, also known as Jurassic Park, also known as “The Island” from Lost. I headed there with two British guys from the trek and once we got there we realized, what the f were we thinking?
We just return from six days of hiking and sleeping outdoors in rainy, uncomfortable, jungle, only to RETURN to it AGAIN? We had to hike for at least an hour just to get to our campsite, and once we got there, it was another no-shower, hammock sleeping situation! (And the hammocks were way too close together, when one person shuffled in the night, all 30 of the other hammocks shook). And of course, it poured half the time. Damn monsoon season.
But the landscape was really wonderful and I got to get a bit of a sunburn after a few chilled out days on the quiet beaches.
The highlight was the mirador, where our hammocks were located.
See that little hut atop the rocks jutting out into the ocean? YEAH! I slept there!
