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Our
journey began in Cartagena, a fortified port town built in
the 16th century. Colourful, lively and bursting with joy, it
somehow felt familiar and you can’t help but be charmed by the
people’s infectious lust for life. We spent a several days there,
exploring, dancing, eating and drinking well before setting off for
Santa Marta.

It was from there that we began a trek deep into La Sierra
Nevada de Santa Marta to La Ciudad Perdida, the Lost City. After
four long, hot days of sweaty hiking through rugged terrain we were
rewarded with a place every bit as magical as Machu Picchu – but
with a fraction of the visitors. We didn’t bump into anyone else
for hours, and cooled off each day with dips in rivers and
waterfalls, spending the evenings sharing stories by candlelight.
We also met some indigenous Kogi (“jaguar”) people who taught us
the importance of respecting the Earth and restoring its natural
balance. Travelling that deep into the jungle was a truly humbling
experience – I lost count of how many times we simply stopped to
stare at our surroundings in silent awe.

Following that, we hit up the coast to spend a few days relaxing
before heading to mountainous Minca in the southeast. The region
was once used a hideout by the FARC (a guerrilla group) but is now
a popular spot for travellers in search of tranquillity. We spent
hazy days lounging in hammocks, looking out over verdant coffee
plantations with Santa Marta on the distant coastline and tropical
birds soaring overhead. Thick clouds would drift in at the same
time every day, casting a spell over the landscape and reducing the
infinite view to blanket white. We’d take cold Aguila beers and sit
on the edge of the mountain to wait for the epic reveal as the
clouds passed and the sun warmed our faces again.

Coast, mountains, jungle, ruins, food, people. Colombia has it
all.