I’d never realised that Colombia had a stretch of Caribbean coast, but it has some lovely beaches, as we discovered, in Tayona National Park. We slept in hammocks just behind the beach which was pristine with turquoise water and backed by jungle. Our only worries were avoiding falling coconuts and the odd cayman which ventured on to the beach.
On our last day we hiked out of the park breaking the walk up by swimming at the other lovely beaches on the way which were separated by stretches of jungle – and a lot of mud.
After Tayrona we headed east to Cartagena, a well preserved walled colonial city full of colourful buildings, leafy plazas and flower covered balconies. Becki wasn’t feeling well so we splashed out on an air-con double with cable TV and had takeaway pizzas whilst watching numerous films.
One of the local activities was a bizarre day trip to a volcano…full of mud. We climbed up the 25m high mound before stripping off and frolicking in thick, grey, warm mud. It was one of the strangest sensations I have ever felt and because it was so buoyant it was hard to keep you legs underneath you.
There were locals to massage you and take pictures on your camera. Everyone in the pool was giggling continuously. Jack insisted on me pushing him completely under (for the photo of course) only to panic as he got mud between his eyes and contact lenses.
There was a nearby lake where (for a small fee) local ladies washed you very thoroughly (including removing your swimwear).
It was one of the funniest and most random tours I have ever done.