Weekend in Santa Marta
Since I had now technically been at The Dreamer hostel for 4 nights now, I decided it was time to try somewhere different. As it happened, Giulia had returned from her Lost City hike and was staying in the historic centre. So I moved myself over to La Villana hostel and for this first time in 4 hostels we would be staying in the same place. My new hostel was super pretty, and quite new so everything was clean (don’t you just love when you stay in a new-ish hostel?!).
Tayrona National Park
From where you’d rather be: on the Caribbean Coast. 21st and 22nd August 2014
The day got off to a slow start as we all sort of slept in and the girls from yesterday needed to grab some things from the shops. By the time we were waiting at the bus stop it was already 11 and half the day had gone already. Not that we were in any hurry but it would definitely be easier to be waiting by the side of the main road when it’s not the hottest part of the day.
The thing about buses here is that I’m never really sure when to pay; to the driver when you board the bus, to the driver when you get off the bus, or to the conductor who comes past your seat at some point during the bus ride.
Minca Finca
After a day of doing mostly nothing yesterday, I thought I better do at least one exciting thing today. Woke up super early (like always because nowhere has proper curtains and the light pours in from about 6am) but decided no to get up until an “appropriate” breakfast time so I could maximise the potential to make new friends over morning food.
There’s a non-included buffet breakfast on offer here for the equivalent of $5 (which I’ve decided is too expensive – lower price standards now) so I had the free coffee with the soy milk I bought yesterday…wasn’t too bad. While I was discussing what to do with the girl I met yesterday, 2 American girls came to ask if we wanted to go on the Minca coffee tour with them cos they needed at least 1 extra person for the tour to run. Worked out perfectly as that was just what I was considering doing and probably wouldn’t have worked it out until after the tour left.
Barichara
On the 18th of August I went to Barichara: a cute little town about 45 minutes away from San Gil. Made plans the day before to meet Casey and a girl from her hostel, Leslie, at the steps of the church at 7.30. At 7.20, knowing that it would take me about 10 mins to walk there, I decided to eat some fruit for breakfast – otherwise I’d be on time, aka Colombian ‘early’. And what do you know, we all got there at 7.40! Perfect timing! And once again, steps of the church is the fail-safe way to find someone.
Luckily Casey knew where to go to get the local buses; the entrance to the bus terminal was seriously just a small gap in a brick wall. I would not have even seen it had I not walked through it! No sign, nothing. Of course once you’re in there, there’s buses lined up one wall all with town names signed about where they parked.
White Water Rafting
First things first: fix up yesterday’s lack of food issue. Found the fresh produce market and went about buying a bunch of fruit, pastries and empanadas. I’m really loving the meat empanadas, chicken pastries and white dragon fruit! Also found something that looks like a custard apple, but isn’t. About a day later, while trying to buy ice cream, I found out that the fruit that looks like custard apple is actually Guanabana (the smoothie I had back in Bogota). And to say it properly, think of it in the banana boat sunscreen song. So from now on, if a freak storm hits and I can’t get anywhere, I will no longer be sad and food-less, I will be able to pig out while the storm passes.
Actually that wasn’t first: before heading out I asked the reception if I could go white water rafting today. I knew that the guys from yesterday were doing a tour at 10.30 so I was hoping to go on their tour. But in typical Colombian style, I was told she couldn’t confirm until later, maybe in 30 mins. That was at 9.30. So fine, I did a quick trip to the market.
Parapente & Tejo
Ok, I know it’s been a while since I posted anything but I think how much I do each day is inversely related to how much time/effort I put into blogging. San Gil is known as an adventure sports town and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing 🙂
This morning (August 16th) I only had my own company to keep, as Giulia isn’t staying here long. So didn’t do much in the morning, just bummed around the city centre and got myself orientated. The street my hostel is on is literally on a 45 degree angle up. Every time I walk back it’s a workout! And they have a system that you have to buzz to enter and the owners always answer. Each time they open the door they are greeted by me: huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf wanting to get let in!
Getting to San Gill
Learnings & Observations:
– Regardless of what anyone says, consult a map before boarding a bus
– Don’t believe what anyone at the bus terminal tells you
– Buses will stop for no apparent reason and no one will tell you why or for how long
This time I though I was more prepared to move between cities: I had booked my accommodation for San Gill the night before leaving so surely nothing could go wrong!
The guys at the bus terminal said to get from Villa de Leyva to San Gill we had to change buses. We could do that at one of 2 towns, which going by his hand gestures, were both on the way to where we wanted to go. Originally I had thought we needed to back track slightly to get back on the main road but this wasn’t one of the options they presented us. So we went via Chiquinquira. Supposedly we would only have to wait there for 20 mins until the next bus; we waited over an hour (partly due to a delay).
In the hour, we finally had the sense to consult the map in the lonely planet. Hahaha, turns out we had just travelled sideways an hour and now the next leg of the bus ride would take even longer than it would have had we just gone back to the major town we were planning to. Oops.
Since we were paying more for the bus it was obviously a nicer bus – for the first time I could actually fit my legs in properly! Little wins. The only confusing thing was when the bus stopped for about 40 mins for no apparent reason and with no warning. I think it may have been a lunch stop for the driver, or an insanely long bathroom break.
All in all, a trip that was meant to take 3-4hrs, took us 7 hours and cost twice as much as the previous 3-4hr trip we had taken. Well, there goes my Friday.
Xx Anni
Villa De Leyva
When the sign behind the reception desk says breakfast is from 7am until 11am, you would think that at 7.20 I would be able to get something to eat. No. The problem is hostels where the occupants generally are not people that get up early is that the breakfast time seems to move back to suit them. At least I managed to find a banana.
I had agreed to meet Guilia at the fountain in the centre of the town’s main square at 10. Unfortunately, when I got there I found that the council had already started blocking off access to the square for the kite festival that starts tomorrow. So where’s the next most logically place to meet someone where they will be able to find you without getting to communicate the change with them? The steps of the church.
1st Intercity Bus ride
This morning (Wed 13th) I woke up and decided I’d had enough of Bogota. There’s just so many people around all the time and the pollution is terrible. I think that if I died and my lungs were cut open, the surgeons would think I was a pack a day smoker.
I had been planning on going to Suesca but on reading my Lonely Planet again I realised its not a touristy place; more of a day trip for locals to go rock climbing on weekends. There weren’t even any hostels there to book. New plan: follow Guilia to Villa De Leyva.
Over breakfast I had a look for a place to stay. Being my luck, everywhere on hostel world was full. Everywhere. Then started Googling the town to find accommodation. Turns out, the name of the town is sometimes spelt with an ‘I’ instead of a ‘Y’. Why does it have to be so confusing?? Since I wasn’t 100% certain and didn’t want to accidentally book a place that might be in Argentina, it took a bit of extra time to look at maps for each place. Finally I found something on hotelbookers.com. I don’t know why it wasn’t on hostelworld but after all that researching I had to hurry up and pack. One day I’ll get this ‘planning ahead’ thing right.
Museo de Oro
Wow, it’s so easy to fall behind on this blogging thing.
Ok, so on this day, Tuesday 12th August, my main activity for the day was to visit a few of the museums in the old town. Again, it was going to be a day alone since no one at my hostel wanted to join me L
The first interesting thing to happen was that on my way to the TransMilenio (TM) station I was stopped by a guy rambling on in Spanish. Even after he switched to English I wasn’t sure what he was going on about so I walked off. Of course a few seconds later it clicked; he was walking around with a TV crew trying to get people off the street to say a few words about the upcoming music festival this week end. OMG I could have been on Colombian TV! Chance wasted.
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