3 days enjoying freedom and beauty in a still very preserved place
The Tatacoa desert was one of those great surprises you get during a trip. We had read of it in a guide without really wanting to see pictures so that we wouldn’t know what to expect, like for the rest of the places we go to. Except this implies that you indeed don’t really know if this will turn out to be a good thing or a bad thing.
We took the car, wondering if we would end up in a miniature desert designed for tourists, missed the entrance several times (despite a GPS, yes), went back and forth but eventually got there. And because on top of not getting infos on the places we go to we never book hotels, we arrived in the town of Villa Vieja not really knowing where we were and what to do next. Was this the desert already? Should we get a hotel here or keep going? We went with option B and ended up not regretting it.
After driving for several minutes we arrived in the long expected desert, and we were blown away by the beauty and the calm. We were alone, driving toward a sun setting on this amazing scenery. We eventually found a hotel, El Peñon de Constantino, thanks to a wooden sign pitched in the middle of nowhere. Litterally. This hotel appeared to us like heaven. Small handmade mud huts, each of them with one square hole as a window. And cherry on the cake, a spring-water swimming pool made thanks to one of these weightlessness phenomenon we pretended to understand.
No photos of the pool unfortunately as it was too much of a blast to remember of taking the camera. The hotel offered the option of camping for a few dollars but we it was too late, we had fallen in love with the huts at first sight. We were lost. We started with one night and of course ended up spending two in this little even of ours. The owner was the best, he even bought avocados exclusively for me after seing I had a weird obsession on these and called a mechanic when the car bailed out on us and we saw ourselves going back home earlier than expected and reimbursing the rental agency for years. Turns out it was just a bolt that needed to be thightened, we are a bit of drama queens.
Anyways, bottom line is: Go to Tatacoa desert.
Holy Patte ! 
This looks gorgeous! And those mud huts – omg!
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