Into the Heart of the Sierra Nevada

The anticipation was palpable as our 4x4 vehicle rumbled through the rugged terrain of Santa Marta, heading towards the small village of Mamey. The journey marked the beginning of an adventure that promised to be both physically demanding and spiritually rewarding. As a biologist and environmental activist, I was particularly excited to explore the lush biodiversity of the Sierra Nevada and to witness the harmonious coexistence of the indigenous communities with their natural surroundings.

Upon arrival in Mamey, we were greeted by our guide, Jesus, whose 30 years of experience trekking the Ciudad Perdida was evident in his deep knowledge of the region and its culture. His passion for the land was infectious, and I found myself eager to learn more about the delicate ecosystems we would be traversing. Our group, a diverse mix of adventurers, quickly bonded over a hearty Colombian lunch, setting the tone for the camaraderie that would define our journey.

The first day’s trek was a four-hour hike to our initial campsite, where we were welcomed by the soothing sounds of the jungle. As night fell, the symphony of nocturnal creatures serenaded us to sleep in our hammocks, a gentle reminder of the vibrant life that thrives in these forests.

The Journey to the Lost City

The second day began with an early breakfast, fueling us for the trek to the indigenous village of Mutanzi. The path was steep and challenging, but the breathtaking views of the Sierra Nevada’s verdant valleys and towering peaks made every step worthwhile. Along the way, our auxiliary guide, Sandi, provided invaluable support, his patience and encouragement helping us push through the more strenuous sections of the trail.

Reaching Mutanzi was a humbling experience. The village, with its traditional thatched huts and welcoming inhabitants, offered a glimpse into a way of life that has remained largely unchanged for centuries. It was a poignant reminder of the importance of preserving these cultures and their environments, a cause that resonates deeply with my own conservation efforts.

After a brief rest and a delicious lunch prepared by our cook, also named Jesus, we continued our ascent towards the Mamo Romualdo camp. The final stretch of the day was grueling, but the promise of reaching the Lost City the following morning kept our spirits high. As we settled into our hammocks for the night, the anticipation of what lay ahead was palpable.

Discovering the Ciudad Perdida

The third day was the highlight of our journey. We set out at dawn, the cool morning air invigorating us as we climbed the ancient stone steps leading to the Ciudad Perdida. The Lost City, shrouded in mist and mystery, emerged from the jungle like a forgotten kingdom. Standing amidst the ruins, I felt a profound connection to the past, a sense of awe at the ingenuity and resilience of the Tayrona civilization that once thrived here.

Our guide, Jesus, shared stories of the city’s history and significance, his words painting vivid pictures of a vibrant society that lived in harmony with nature. As we explored the archaeological site, I couldn’t help but reflect on the parallels between the Tayrona’s sustainable practices and the modern conservation efforts I advocate for today.

After a few hours of exploration and reflection, we began our descent back to the camp. The return journey was filled with lively conversations and shared reflections on the incredible experience we had just shared. As we made our way back to Santa Marta, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to witness such a remarkable place and to connect with fellow travelers who shared my passion for nature and culture.

The Lost City 4 Days Tour was more than just a trek; it was a journey into the heart of a land rich in history and biodiversity. It was a reminder of the beauty and fragility of our natural world and the importance of preserving it for future generations. For those who seek adventure and a deeper understanding of our planet, this tour is an experience not to be missed.