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?!).
We really didn’t do much during the day; talked about the trek – what I should expect if I do it etc, walked around town a little, grabbed lunch after having fruit juice by the beach (so filling that I couldn’t finish my lunch and the lady thought I didn’t like it), and just generally chilled at the hostel. Seeing as it was a Saturday we thought it’d be a good idea to head to Taganga for the night (the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights). It’s just a small fishing village that happens to inherit a bunch of tourists each weekend. We had dinner in one of those questionable food huts along the beach. I didn’t know what ‘cerviche’ was so I thought I’d order that. The dish I got was a bowl filled with small cold prawns in a coriander/red onion/lemon sauce. It was nice, but maybe as a side dish rather than an entire meal.
After dinner we went looking for ‘El Mirador’, apparently THE place to party according to the Lonely Planet. Its funny that it’s called ‘the lookout’ but it didn’t occur to us that it’d be up a hill. The view from there was really nice, overlooking the entire of Taganga. They played lots of Latin music that I didn’t recognise so I subtly had my camera in hand videoing every so often so I could play it back to my phone and Shazam the song. Wasn’t too bad a night; I actually got to dance with someone who was tall AND spoke English AND could dance AND didn’t smell disgusting. What a win!
The next morning I woke up feeling really gross – what happened to the air conditioner during the night?? I woke up to no power (no changing phone/laptop, no internet, no fans, no air cons) and no water (powered by the electricity). Initially I thought it’d only last a few hours max before it’d come back. No. It was a scheduled outage that went from 5am to 6pm. ALL SUNDAY. Of course no one thought to warn us that it was going to happen. Had I known, I probably would have planned to go somewhere during the day. But no, instead I had planned to skype people and catch up with my blog on this particular day. Annoying.
So far the hostels I’ve stayed at have had really disappointing book exchanges; the only bok I’ve been able to find to read is ‘the scarlet letter’, which I only know about because I love the movie ‘Easy A’. It was written in the 1800’s, it is such a hard read, and to be honest, not that interesting of a book. Yet I had to struggle through the first portion of it as I had nothing else to do that day. It was horrible. Giulia left in the morning for another city and I won’t be seeing her again as she’s travelling through Colombia way faster than I am. During the day I was one of 2 people still in the hostel, everyone else had checked out. It was a very slow day.
In the late afternoon, after it had significantly cooled down, I went for a stroll around town. Only because I saw it was open, I went into a tour shop to ask about the lost city hike. I was hoping to do it next week but the lady informed me that in the first 2 week sin September the indigenous tribes close the area to tourists for their annual spiritual something or other. Gee, lucky I asked! Again, no one at the hostel bothered to mention this vital bit of information.
Anyways, so I’m now booked to do a 4 or 5 day hike to ‘Ciudad Perdida’, starting on Tuesday. It’s going to be extremely hot, extremely humid and will rain every day. Yay. Can’t wait to walk 50+kms in those conditions just to get to a pile of rocks in the middle of a jungle. Why am I doing this again???