After being separated for a couple of days, the Mexican and me met in Mocoa. The first days we had to relax because of my painful foot, later on we enjoyed a couple of hikes in the jungle and swimming close to waterfalls. Read more about how to reach ‘El Fin del Mundo’, the kindness of strangers and why sometimes you’ll need a guide in Colombia…
While the Mexican was cycling is way to Mocoa, I headed to the little known area of Tierradentro, far away from the gringo trail. It takes a bit more effort to reach, but is very rewarding: I visited the Pre-Columbian tombs of Tierradentro, beautifully painted burial sites high up in the mountains and hiked up to El Aguacate. Twisting my foot during my hike, because everything was running a bit too smoothly.
Spending a couple of days in the Desierto de la Tatacoa, a desert which is actually an old Tropical forest, again together with the Mexican. Perfect for stargazing at night and discovering both red and grey deserts by day. This time, we only got chased by a dog once, we enjoyed a horse ride that left our butts sore for the next two days and we were surrounded by baby goats for a second. Life can be worse, I suppose.
After being washed away by heavy rains and attempting some salsa moves in Cali, I tagged along the Mexican to Popayan, Colombia’s White City. Read more about visiting beautiful colonial buildings, Colombia’s best drinks and a visit to the Termales de Coconuco.
After the White city of Popayan we dived back into the country side, up to the small village of San Augustin. Known for it’s pre-Columbian burial sites, you have to visit the Archeological National Park with its hundreds of statues spread out in the mountains. The Mexican showed his most pretty side in the pictures and we got chased by angry dogs while looking for a hidden waterfall.
Since my stop in Pereira, a couple of things had changed. I was no longer travelling solo, instead I found myself a partner to explore Cali with, a huge change in plans. Dancing the night away or being washed away by strong rains, you can read it all here.
Next city in the Eje Cafetero, where I didn’t know yet how my travel plans would drastically change. And a visit to the Termales de Santa Rosa!
Curious about where Colombia’s best coffee comes from and how to make it, I went to visit a finca. And survived the Mirador in Salento a third time, before meeting the nicest local on the bus to my next destination, Pereira.
How I found myself in the fairytale village of Salento and surrounded by the tallest wax palms in the world.