With the waves deemed to big to travel by boat (shame, but I was impressed with with the this rare display of OH&S smarts by the locals) we took a taxi and were unceremoniously dumped at Tayrona´s entry gates and told to ´follow the track' to the beach. Clad in thongs, bikinis and shorts we set off on what became our second extreme trekking experience, taking us through muddy trails, climbing rock faces and dodging ants the size of small children.
Three hours later after trudging across several deserted beaches straight from the 'Lost' set (Jack, where were you??) we arrived to Cabo San Juan and checked in. I use the term loosely, as our accomodation consisted of hammocks under an open-air gazebo, strategically placed out on the rocks. By far and away the coolest place I have ever slept though...
On day two, as Kim and I lay oiled up and content on the beach, a woman approach carrying a large container selling chocolate cake. Don´t mind if we do... how cool is this place! At this point, thinking the day couldn't get much better, two very handsome Argentinian men came and set next to us. We launched into animated Spanglish conversation, and despite not really knowing (or caring) what they said, we batted our eyelids happily for the rest of the afternoon! We were particularly enamored when one of the hotties revealed that they were recently graduated doctors - paediatricians in fact!! George Clooney had nothing on these guys.
What more can I say except that this truly was a cracking day, with Kim and I having to talk each other out of misadventure several times - both being keen to sustain any form of injury that might require some close medical attention...
Pics later.... the pool and bloody mary´s are calling. Kate xo
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