Making our way to the north of Bogotá driving our cute but ugly Chevrolet Spark
After a week in Cartagena and around, time has come for my dad to leave us, and for us to leave confort. And because we wanted to make sure that the information had arrived to our brains we decided to spend 24 hours in the Cartagena airport before hoping to our plane the next morning heading to Bogotá. Surprisingly being back to the simple life was not so hard to accept and the 24 hours spent in the airport were almost nice.
Bogotá was the beginning of a new adventure as we rented a car (a white Chevrolet Spark which made us look like real tough adventurers) for 10 days and headed to the old colonial city of Villa de Leyva where a friend of ours lent us his coutry house’s garden so that we could pitch our tent.
Villa de Leyva is like a tiny Cartagena although lost in the middle of the mountains, with way less tourists and a colour palette reduced to white (when Cartagena is all about the colours). Being back to camping felt nice but we were still missing a real camping stove (the one we had made out of a can was long gone as it had been more efficient in making us fight than in making us eat) and so we ate … Zucaritas (South American name for the Frosties cereals).
The day after we decided to go to the Iguaque laguna which we didn’t know was the worst idea at that time. This little adventure almost cost us our car (the way to the entrance sure began with a road but slowly turned into a rocky track for which our little Sparky was not made) and $20 each for the entrance fee (for a daily budget of $30 each).
So we skipped the laguna and directly took the direction of the Tota lake.
We had seen this 3015 meters high lake and its turquoise blue water beach in a book about the top spots in Colombia and it seemed like we could camp there.
So we did and are proud to say that after over 1 hour of relentless work, 3 fights and 3 packs of matches we made our first fireligher-free fire. Oh yeah. And from that we cooked tasteless BUT nourishing pastas. We were proud and slept like babies!
The next morning we stopped in a small village called Aquitania where we had coffee while a woman who must have been in her 90s was starting the day with a good old beer. We then drived south to a way more desertic area… to be continued!