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Ciudad Perdida, part 2

(Ciudad Perdida, part 1.)


It’s going on a year and a half since our trip to Colombia. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to post these photos! We’re going to Uganda in August (it’s the good old crew–Kate, Elliot, Jill and Spencer), so I figured I’d better finish this up before we leave.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Colombia lately because I’ve made a new friend (yes, Sarah, THAT kind of friend–ha!) who just spent two weeks in Bogota, Medellin, and Cartagena. I’ve enjoyed looking through his photos from Bogota especially, since he saw completely different street art than Kate and I did. Makes me wonder if they regularly paint them over.

Anywho, here are the rest of our photos from the Ciudad Perdida trek. If I can give you one piece of advice, it’s this: if you have to do this hike in four days (instead of the standard five–we were short on time), be prepared to be exhausted. We arrived at the ruins quite late in the day, and fumbled our way home in the dark. It was dangerous (although more guides came back for us with flashlights, bless them!), and I was spent, and I had a meltdown. It wasn’t my finest moment by any stretch, but that’s another great thing about traveling with your sister. No matter what goes down, you’re still going to love each other at the end of it. She’s stuck with me!

Don’t get me wrong, though. I LOVED this part of our trip. I just wish we’d done it in five days so we could have enjoyed a more leisurely pace.

Spending the night in a hammock is way more comfortable than you might think. You just need to put a blanket under you so your bottom doesn’t get cold!

We stood by a stream in the darkness, watching the frogs get frisky.

The hiking route takes you past several indigenous villages.

The upside of arriving so late in the day: we had the site all to ourselves! It was really misty up there, and we felt like explorers stumbling upon the ruins for the first time.

With our honorary sister, Alecia.

They were building this suspension bridge when we first passed, and it was finished by the time we were on our way back!

I’ve still got photos from Cartagena, Bucaramanga, San Gil, and Villa de Leyva to share with you. Hopefully it won’t take me another year and a half to post them!

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Hi! I'm Camille. I only write stories that could never ever happen in real life, though I do believe in real-life magic. If we were in the same room I'd fix you a cup of tea, but for now we'll have to settle for a virtual connection. I'm really glad you're here.