You have to arrive at Tayrona National Park before 4pm. With it taking the best part of a further hour of walking to reach the campsite, you need to make sure that you there before darkness. There’s no lighting on the paths and apparently that’s when a plethora of wildlife usually appears. We set off at half past five this morning and arrived at Tayrona with plenty of time to spare. Visitors are required to watch an instructional video regarding the national park. We were given information about Tayrona, what to see, to preserve the environment and how to stay safe.

The walk to the campsite was enjoyable. It was a nice setup with decent paths through the jungle and along the coastline. The campsite felt quite remote but I suppose it’s maybe 10km from the nearest public road. There were not a huge amount of amenities there – a restaurant, bar, shower/toilet block, tent pitches and a hammock area. There was also minimal electricity and certainly no WiFi. I suppose that is somewhat part of the attraction. We were forced to do what people did in the olden days and talk to each other and make their own entertainment. And that’s not a euphemism! Being a bit of a contrarian, I can’t stand Halloween. It seems to be a thing in Columbia but being in a place with barely any contact with outside world I managed to largely avoid it, although someone did put up a few balloons around the hammocks.

I had a bit of walk around the park before dusk. There was a nice looking beach right next to the campsite. It would have been tempting to have jumped into the water to cool down from the crazy humidity. However there was a sign warning you that over 100 people have lost their lives swimming on this beach in the past due to deceptive currents.

Tyrone National Park is not the most lively place for a holiday. Last orders at the restaurant were 7.30pm and if you’re not out of the bar by 9pm, they’ll pull the shutters down and turn the lights off on you! Therefore there was no option but to have a an early night. The hammocks were surprisingly quite good. They were under a mosquito net and in thatch roofed area. I was slightly worried about either tipping out the hammock or the blood draining from my feet and cutting off my circulation. Neither occurred and it wasn’t a bad night’s sleep.

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Walking to the campsite
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Beach becomes jungle
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Tonight’s bed
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View from inside the hammock
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