Remote Northern Colombia: La Guajira Peninsula

 


During our travels in Northern Colombia we left behind the city of Cartagena, the town of Santa Marta, and and the quickly growing fishing village known as Taganga, to get truly off the radar.  After a four hour drive from Santa Marta we arrived in Riohacha, a small coastal city that feels a little rough around the edges, a little bit like the last town of any significance for many miles because, well, because it is.  We checked into the Lonely Planet recommended Mi Cassona, a decent yet overpriced budget option and arranged a three-day, two-night tour to La Guajira with a local travel agency that can be contacted at [email protected]  

The next morning we were off in a van with a Colombian couple from Bogota heading toward Cabo de la Vela.  The first half of our journey in distance was well paved as a lot of traffic heads into nearby Venezuela to trade goods.  The second half of the drive was literally a pain in the ass as we spent a good five hours maintaining a pathetic speed of 10-15 kilometers per hour due to the terrible road conditions, especially since Colombia had recently been hit by hard and constant rains.  We finally arrived to Cabo de la Vela around 4pm.  We were fed room temperature fried fish and plantains and then our “hosts”directed us to a beach thatch hut where they hung two hammocks that afforded us with great 180-degree ocean views.  I couldn’t help but think that despite the rustic conditions that we were in quite a romantic spot.  The coast here has a unique desert-like feel with serene yet murky waters.  Before the sunset, we went for a nice walk along the coast and had a relaxed dip in the ocean.  I definitely enjoyed the peacefulness of this remote piece of paradise.  
 

Later that night while we enjoyed a meal with our Colombian travel companions, I joked that two discos would be one direction and another disco the opposite direction of the one solitary dirt road that enters and leaves the fishing village.   Since we were off early the next morning, we tried to sleep early, already a challenge since neither my wife nor myself was accustomed to sleeping in a hammock.  
Suddenly, after a brief dosing off period, my joke became reality.  Around 10pm loud music blared from both directions, as if competing with one another.  Sadly this went on all night along with vicious mosquito attacks.  Our romantic spot with two hammocks multiplied to over twenty, like a bunch of swinging sardines.  Finally, when the music died down, the roosters, barking dogs, and
passing trucks entered with supplies and all kept my sleep at a pathetic minimum.  And sadly the initial affinity that I had for Cabo de la Vela quickly faded to, “Let’s get the hell out of here!”  I simply couldn’t believe that this unique setting with the Wayuu people living in huts made in part from the heart of cactus living against the sea with rocky cliffs running down toward the beach, all surrounded by surreal desert, would be ruined by technology and tourism.

 

We departed in our van at 5:00am and drove to a small bay where we caught a fisherman’s boat to Punta Gallinas with a group of eleven people including ourselves, the two Colombians from Bogota, a family of three from Medellin, another couple from Belgium, and two other Americans. There was of course also the captain and his crew of two.  During our three hour journey to the island, our small boat was tossed around, seemingly not sea worthy for such a journey.  The Belgium guy, Ives became irate and stated, “This isn’t a vacation!  The Lonely Planet should be clear about how difficult this journey is.”  I couldn’t disagree with him but tried to console him with, “Well, maybe it will be worth it.  You never know until you go.”
 When we arrived I immediately knew we had reached a special location that rarely exists nowadays, save a few places in our world.  The area of Punta Gallinas felt serene and welcoming.  I still had the bitter taste of Cabo in my mouth and feared another disappointing disco night.  But here there would be no disco, just beauty and tranquility.  And our moods quickly changed from “Is this journey worth it?” to “There is no doubt whatsoever.”  Nine of the eleven of us upgraded our lunch from
fish to lobster for a mere $5 upgrading fee.  We were then herded off in a cattle car that extended far above the ground as we headed to a dune beach.  When I asked the driver if we were going to infamous Taroa Beach he snapped at me, “The Lonely Planet are liars.  The beach is called the Dune Beach and the next edition of their book will correct this error.” 

We crossed a lovely landscape strewn with Wayuu family homes, green flora,and a variety of animals that included goats, sheep, donkeys, snakes, and birds, and we arrived at a location peppered with sand dunes.  We scaled one of the higher dunes – about 12 stories in height – and we all ran and slid down the dune directly into the stunning turquoise colored sea below.  The virgin beach was gorgeous with dunes surrounding us from up above.  

On the return to our guesthouse we stopped at the northern most tip of the entire continent.  We also stopped to pet baby goats and waved to the Wayuu who maintained their distance in space and attitude.  That afternoon after lunch we were taken to a second beautiful beach called Bahia Hondita where we strolled and found sand rich in iron and sand dollars.  Simply beautiful.  On this night after
dinner and drinks we again slept in hammocks but this time the night was quiet and we slept reasonably well. 

 
Very early the next morning the captain awoke us urging us to get ready as the sea would be getting rougher as the day progressed.  The ride back was scary.  Waves towered above us as we were tossed once again at the sea’s mercy.  The only thing that abated my fear was the fact that the captain’s wife and young son were also in our boat so it couldn’t have been too bad, right?

After we survived the boat adventure, I was dreading the bumpy five- hour portion of the drive and knew this would be an exhausting return journey.  When we finally reached Mi Cassona in Riohacha just before nightfall our driver exclaimed, “Finally, civilization.”  I sort of looked at him and thought, “Civilization?  Well…sort of…I guess.”
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Lisa Ellen Niver

Lisa Ellen Niver, M.A. Education, is a television host, travel journalist as well as a passionate artist, educator and writer who has explored 101 countries, 6 continents and sailed on cruise ships for seven years on the high seas and backpacked for three years in Asia. She is the founder of We Said Go Travel which was read in 212 countries in 2018 and named #3 on the top 1000 Travel Blog and the top female travel blogger 3 times in 2019. Find her talking travel at KTLA TV and in her We Said Go Travel videos with over one million views on her YouTube channel. She has hosted Facebook Live for USA Today 10best, is verified on both Twitter and Facebook, has over 150,000 followers across social media and ran fifteen travel competitions publishing over 2500 writers and photographers from 75 countries. She has been a finalist for six Southern California Journalism Awards in the past three years and won an award for her Jewish Journal article. Niver has written for AARP, American Airways, Delta Sky, En Route (Air Canada), Hemispheres (United Airlines), Jewish Journal, Luxury Magazine, Ms. Magazine, Myanmar Times, National Geographic, POPSUGAR, Robb Report, Saturday Evening Post, Scuba Diver Life, Sierra Club, Ski Utah, Smithsonian, Trivago, USA Today 10best, Wharton Magazine and Yahoo. She is writing a book, “Brave Rebel: 50 Scary Challenges Before 50,” about her most recent travels and challenges. Look for her underwater SCUBA diving, in her art studio making ceramics or helping people find their next dream trip. http://lisaniver.com/one-page/

7 responses to “Remote Northern Colombia: La Guajira Peninsula

  1. Hotel Jareena is a place at the far end of the bay in Cabo de La Vela, far away from the noisy scene on the strip. It is a little more expensive $40-45 USD a night for couples, but you get your own cabina and double bed – zero noise except for the wind. The wind also took care of the mesquitos when we were there, but I am sure that the wind is seasonal. Also, it helps to have a car to get to Hotel Jareena. Otherwise, you will have to find a taxi or somebody in town to take you about 10 minutes down the beach (by car), 30-40 minutes if you are walking.

  2. From JP
    "Wonderfully interesting entry. I loved the way the photos capture the isolation. You two certainly are the Intrepid Travelers!"

  3. "Hi Lisa and George,
    What a thrill to read your well written adventures. I feel like I'm back in my querida pais.
    I look forward to receiving your news.
    Thanks so much,
    Fortune"

  4. From FN:
    "Great story!!! You guys are really tough and wonderful pioneers. We have had some similar stories but not quite as severe with the hammocks or mosquitoes or the waves. Wow! All in all, not sorry we missed it but happy to read about it."

  5. Hi, was it expensive to go around La Guajira? How much did they charge you at the agency for the tour? I am going there this summer and I am checking prices!

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