06.12.2011 - 09.12.2011
Its been 9 days since I last wrote and since then we have not had running water, electricity or a mirror... I looked in the mirror before the first shower today and looked pretty tanned. But turns out it was mainly dirt haha!
Before we left Taganga a Canadian chappy called Franswa (spell???!) reccomended that instead of the National Park we should visit his friends farm. With a little persuasion from Lewy we decided to go and this led to an incredible, rainy and grubby 8 days.
We showed the bus driver the name of the farm and asked him to take us there. He stopped the bus along a long highway in the middle of no where gave us our bags and drove off. There was a small entrance into a jungle path so we guessed that was it and headed with back packs on in the SWEATY jungle. Took an hour and a halfs trek (on a terrible hangover) which i must admit was enjoyable...we had to walk through rivers and saw butterflys that were the size of both Lewys hands put together.
As we finally arrived at the end of the trek we saw an epic beach that was incredibly vast. The sea looked horrifying with gigantic dark waves crashing bringing in tonnes of sticks and wood from the flooded river. The first storm was starting and the Jungle trees were windy... it looked prehistoric. We walked along the beach and arrived at the farm (photos on Facebook). It was built by a guy mainly consisting of wooden shacks made from palms, no elecy, a termite mound for the stove, only river water to drink and wash in, all sorts of animals as part of the family, a hole for the loo, a crazy Colombian host called Alex and three friendly Canadians who are still with us now
I was like "aghhh how will i cope" Lewy had a huge smile on his face he was in his elemant. We stayed for four days and had electrifying storms every day, we sat swinging in our hammocks most of the time in the hut with thunder above us, a very angry sea and our books to read. I came round quickly and fell in love with the place. At meal times we cooked huge meald which the cats, hourses, turkey, dogs and chickens ate with us. At 5.30 there was no light so we sat by the fire getting torn to shreds by mosquitos, drinking rum and playing cards. At night I was terrified and did not sleep a wink... could here anll the Jungle animals and it was so dark i was trying not to cry! But then the day times made up for that!
All 7 of us ( us 2, 3 lovely Quebeckeeees and Crazy Colombian Alex and his lady friend) left the Finka after 4 days to head to the top of the continent....