Bogotá, like every other cirty in Colombia has street numbers instead of street names. A system that is not always working too well for us and the taxi drivers, so when going from the airport to our hostel we gave my cell phone to the taxi driver to help him find the way with my GPS app. When we got there he hurried us out and left, and just a few seconds afterwards we realized that the taxi driver had stolen my phone!
We went straight to the airport and ended up spending the whole Friday there, looking at the taxi companys security tape and trying to get in touch with the driver through radio. Magically enough, after several hours of waiting we saw the taxi drive by and ran into the street to stop him. The driver was quick to give back the phone and excuse himself, and afterwards I got a lesson from the taxi company about the papaya rule (see this post for explanation), stating that it was my own fault that the phone got stolen and that in the future I should take more care of my stuff.
So we got a few extra taxi rides to the airport, and even though it was quite time consuming we enjoyed the ride to the airport watching all the grafitti along the roads. We enjoyed the art enough to sign up for a free graffiti tour the next day, where we were walking through streets of Bogotá listening to an insider talk about how the graffiti was made, who had made the different art pieces and why it was made. The two hour tour was like walking through a live art gallery. We paid the guide 10US tips, just to make the tour keep going for others, and promised that we would reccomend it to other travellers going to Bogotá.
After the tour we went straight to the tram going up to Monserrate, in order to get a good view of the city. It was not before we came out of the tunnel at the top that we realized how big the city really was, stretching as far as the eye could see. We took the cable car on the way down, bringing us almost to our hostel Colonial La Quinta in the Candelaria area: the historic bohemian neighbourhood, filled with young people drinking in the streets already at noon, while watching the stand up comedians, live bands and djs performing for free. If you are looking for a place to go out, get your creativity pulsing or just experiencing a lively city, then Bogotá is the place to go.
If you see papaya you can take it, means that if others let down their guard, for example by saying something stupid then you have to make fun of them according to the papaya rule. Back home we would say that the friends who laugh at each other are not very good friends, but here that is not true. Here they would still be their best friend, because it is not you who should be blamed when they say something stupid that they should not have said.
The expression is not meant to scare you, but merely to think smart and take care of your belongings and what you say and do! After having actually given papaya in Colombia I will remember this rule in order not to have my thing stolen the next few months while travelling through the rest of South America.
Taganga is a place with a bad reputation for drugs, prostitutes and frequent muggings. For us it was only the gateway to get from Tayrona over to Santa Marta, the city we would fly from a few days after. Since we had already been to Santa Marta we decided to give it a chance and spent our last days here in this small fishing village on Colombia’s Carribbean coast.
The place was small, with only one ATM and just a tiny beach that did not exactly look like a tropical paradise beach, but the promenade behind it had some good juice bars, plus the view of the hills on both sides were quite nice to look at when eating breakfast by the beach. Except for being the base for day tours to Minca in Sierra Nevada and multiday tours to the Lost City and some of the cheapest diving I have ever come across (200-300US to get a PADI Open Water License) the city had not much to offer.
We strolled the few streets a couple of times in search for some good local food, but ended up eating at our hostel (Casa de Felipe) instead which actually had some of the best tasting food we have had on this trip so far! The hostel restaurant was run by a French chef, Dominique, where people from all over the town came to enjoy his reasonable and excellent steaks. Our favorite was the Filet de Mignon with redwine sauce that cost 23 000 pesos/12US, but the cheaper Lomo Arbol beef dish with mushroom and blue cheese sauce cost 14 000/7$ and was still some really good meat. If you ever go to Taganga, and even though you might not get a room at Casa de Felipe, eating at Dominiques Restaurant should be the number one thing you should do while being there.
El Cabo San Juan has definately become one of my top ten favorite places in the world, and it is totally without having any kind of “wow” factor. There are not much to see, not much to do, but that is also what makes it so great. The places with the nicest beaches, best night life and most day activities can easily become tiring, and for most tourists El Cabo will probably be too simple. There is also a two hour, semi tough walk through the jungle that might help keep the families and other demanding tourists away.
El Cabo has got everything we needed, but not a single thing more. Simple things like not having to choose what to do (since there was not much to do) or which restaurant (because there was only one) was great in between travels where we have to do a thousand decisions every day. The place is a bit similar to Bottle Beach in Thailand, where there is just some bungalows, one kiosk, one restaurant and one beach. Tyrona is a little bigger, but still even more simple with just hammocks and bungalows. Hammocks being really cold at night, and the tents being really warm. Temperature wise we were most comfortable in the nights sleeping in a tent, but we must say that waking up in a hammock at sunrise with a view over the beach and the ocean was a great feeling that should not be missed. Most people there were pretty hippie-ish as well and some chose to spend the mornings meditating at the beach and others went skinny dipping in the neighbour nudist beach.
One highlight of our stay in Tyrona was a trek to Pueblito, a small village on the top of one of the mountains where you can find archeological remains of a lost city from around 500B.C. It was a really sweaty hike, where we just found the trail by ourselves, starting from the beach in El Cabo San Juan. It was not Pueblito itself that was the best part, but the four hour trek round trip where we had to jump up some big boulders, crouch through some rocks forming tunnels and navigate through the jungle that we liked the most.
During our last dinner we noticed that people started standing up and pointing towards the place where our tent was standing and as we looked towards it we saw that the forest was on fire! It had started with people burning garbage, which quickly had turned into a proper forest fire right behind our tents! We were quick to leave our meal and run to get our things packed, but soon afterwards we were told by the two policemen at the camp that everything was under control and that we should get back to restaurant. Luckily it was, and we watched the fire die out completely in the distance before we went to bed.
The next morning we took the easy way out of the national park and joined one of the speed boats heading for Taganga. An hour after we arrived completely soaked from having bucketloads of water thrown at us by enormous waves. When returning to the mainland we noticed that we had received texts from people back home who were worried that we were in the ongoing tsunami on the west coast of Colombia, but even though the waves had scared us to death and it was april fools day, we decided not to make a joke out of it and instead to just be happy to be at safe and dry shore.