Tayrona National Park
Arriving at the Caribbean sea we couldn't wait for a beach day. Santa Marta was our home town for the next few weeks as we embarked on many activities in the area. Our new home was an ex cartel house turned nunnery then psych ward, before becoming a hostel. After a pool day we had everything figured out for a few days camping in Tayrona National Park.
The drop bear hostel
Upon arrival at the park we were thoroughly searched by the police for contraband before entering. The 2 hour sweaty hike through the jungle spat us out onto a white sand beach with coconut palms and huge boulders stacked by giants. After pitching our tent we wasted no time getting in the water.
Hot hike in
Monkeys !
Line of leaf cutter ants
When asked what I remember most about the park it would have to be all the coconuts! Chris spent the entire 3 days dedicated to finding or sawing down, peeling, drinking and eating coconuts.
With such a large pile of coconuts we should have started selling them up and down the beach. "Coconutsssssss.... dos mil pesos, coconuutttssss !"
The collecting...
The husking...
The playing...
The eating...
and the drinking!
multi purpose coconut bowl for holing coconut and drinking wine
It wasn't until mid day when we realized we were on a nude beach!
Husk pile
big surf
Blue coconut crab - they climb the palm trees and chop down nuts with their pinchers and then eat them
Portuguese Man O'War - venomous jellyfish like marine creature
