Into the Heart of the Sierra Nevada

The journey began in the historic heart of Santa Marta, where the vibrant energy of the city met the promise of adventure. As we set off in a rugged 4x4, the anticipation was palpable. The road to El Mamey was a winding path through lush landscapes, a prelude to the wonders that awaited us. Upon arrival, we were greeted with a hearty lunch, a taste of the local flavors that would sustain us through the days ahead.

Our guide, Camacho, was a beacon of knowledge and passion. His deep respect for the land and its history was evident in every word he shared. As we embarked on the trek, the jungle enveloped us in its verdant embrace. The air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a reminder of the rich biodiversity that thrives in this region. Each step was a testament to the resilience of the Tayrona people, whose ancient paths we followed.

The Journey Through Time

The second day was a journey through time, as we traversed the Buritaca river valley. The village of Mutanshi, home to the indigenous Kogui, was a living testament to the enduring traditions of the Sierra Nevada. Our translator, Pillar, bridged the gap between cultures, allowing us to connect with the stories and wisdom of the local people. The Kogui’s harmonious relationship with nature was a poignant reminder of the importance of conservation.

As we continued our ascent, the jungle revealed its secrets. Waterfalls cascaded down moss-covered rocks, and the calls of exotic birds echoed through the canopy. Our cook, Orlando, surprised us each day with delicious vegetarian meals, a testament to the rich culinary heritage of the region. His dishes were a celebration of local produce, a reminder of the bounty that the land provides.

Discovering the Lost City

The final ascent to the Lost City was a pilgrimage of sorts, a climb up 1,200 ancient steps that led us to the heart of the Tayrona civilization. The city, shrouded in mist and mystery, was a breathtaking sight. Camacho’s stories brought the ruins to life, painting a vivid picture of a society that thrived in harmony with its environment.

As we stood among the relics, I was struck by the profound connection between the past and present. The importance of preserving this heritage was clear, not just for the sake of history, but for the future of our planet. The trek back to Camp 2 was a time for reflection, a chance to absorb the lessons of the journey.

The return to El Mamey was bittersweet, a farewell to the jungle and its wonders. Yet, the experience left an indelible mark on my heart, a reminder of the beauty and fragility of our natural world. The Lost City Trek was more than just a hike; it was a call to action, a plea to protect the treasures of the Sierra Nevada for generations to come.