Final Count Down...

After Diving, came to wonderfully beautiful Tyrona park, which, in reality, is just a park which involves hiking to a series of amazingly beautiful beaches. Its the picture everyone has in there head of paradise, white beaches, clear ocean, palm trees, coconuts. Oh, and of course sunshine!

I arrived with Bethany and we were later joined by Steph, Lou and Erafan. Our first night was spent sleeping in hammocks, gazing at the stars... Unfortunately, sounds nicer in words than it was in reality. We were positioned high on the rocks above the ocean, which although practical for avoiding mosquitos, it also provided a shockingly freezing sea wind, that resulted in keeping us up all night from the cold, so the following night we switched to tents.

Although shockingly beautiful, there really isn´t much else to say about the time spent in Tyrona, its completely desserted, and prohibited from bringing hard liquor into the site, I guess to stop people from drowning. So the nights were a little dull. To pass some time, we even went on a hike through the forest to some ruins. Exercise was a shock to these bodies that had spent days chilling on the beach. As the hike ended we stubbled across Mashette carrying men, who used these intruments to cut us some fresh coconuts. Yum.

We returned to Taganga, for yet another big night out, and more beach time. It proved to be a remarkably difficult place to leave. While in Taganga, I had the chance to meet Holly and Dan again, who´d I´d been traveling with from La Paz to Cuzco with. We caught up in our adventures since, they´d just gotten back from the Lost City Trek, and filled me in on their eventful night out when they returned with their tour guides, a father and son. When the pair asked the group were they wanted to go out, they said a nightclub... however, they kept taking them from stripclub to Brothel, including the girls from the trek. They also found out that along the Colombian Coast, its common for the father to ´help´their sons to loose their virginity, by providing them with a donkey, usually around the age of 10. Google proved it to be true...

Finally they decided to ditch the Brothels and returned to Taganga, where upon they were searched by the police, and unluckily, one of the guys from there hike had a tiny piece of weed remaining on him, so they had to bribe the police to get away. Rough night! I should point out, I¨ve never been in a place where I¨ve been more afraid of the police than the locals. I kept meeting fellow tourists who´d been stopped and searched and had cocaine planted on them and then having to pay massive bribes.

We finally left Taganga and returned to Cartagena to catch our flights. Bethany flew back to America and I back to Quito, where I await the finally count down to home...

ps, there would be beautiful photos but IM A IDIOT THAT LOST HER MEMORY KEY WITH ALL HER SOUTH AMERICA PHOTOS!!! GRRRRR