Ciudad Perdida / The Lost City

Ciudad Perdida (The Lost City) is like the Machu Picchu of Colombia: located deep in the Sierra Nevada it is an old city built by indigenous people where their Shaymans (religious leaders) lived with their wives and families. It is still occasionally used today by the indigenous people when they hold special ceremonies and events- such as calling for good harvests, important funerals and weddings and religious festivals.

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On our first day our guide (Archie) picked us up and with 11 of us cramped into the back of a 4×4 we set off on thumpy, bumpy and definitely not comfy drive to the start of the Sierra Nevada. After a quick lunch we set off on the trail. The path was a sandy, clay-like road carved through the ground that twisted up through the mountains. There was little cover from above and the sun beat down on us strongly. It was a tough walk that seemed never ending. Halfway along Kelli spotted an orange tree, so we spent about 20 minutes throwing rocks and branches at it until we managed to procure a little snack. The oranges were super bitter and hard to suck on- but they gave us some good hydration and a bit of a boost to keep us going. We quickly got into the jungle and had our first break- at a small pool in the river where we all jumped off the rocks and swam for a while. It was here we saw some humongous spiders that ran across water. I made a hasty exit from the pool on seeing those.

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We arrived at our next break stop, Watermelon Mountain as we dubbed it, and had a good big piece of sandia, while chatting to a 4 year old girl who was hilarious and avoiding the huge pack of chickens and roosters that occupied the tiny village.
We marched on and finally got to our camp for the night- we all showered, got a great big dinner and spent the night playing cards with some Colombian kids (who I taught to say “You are boring” to the others, hahahaha) before going to sleep in our hammocks.

After night one the pace picked up and we walked for several hours each day. Some of us bitched about the ones marching on ahead to the front, others bitched about those coming up too slowly behind- and everyone bitched about bloody Mosquitos. After spending 6 months trying to dodge slow walking Colombians, we were amazed to be overtaken by a family from sasa-city Cali, and other groups of Colombian tourists. We couldn’t believe it; fast Colombians? Surely not.

The terrain ranged from the clay sandy trails, to riverside walks and treks into deep jungle. Colourful butterflies seemed to constantly encircle us, we spotted a (dead) snake, and lots of tropical birds.
After night 2 the novelty of sleeping in a hammock had disappeared, and the reality of an uncomfortable nights sleep in the cold was hard to deal with. The food was great- our chef Yorman made great meals and often surprised us with treats of chocolate bars and lollipops. Everyone’s dietary needs were taken into account as I was always given an alternative when eggs or cheese were on the menu, there was a veggie option every day and Alex was delighted that he never had to eat the soup (much to Rob’s disappointment, who thought putting soup on a food no-list was a bit silly).

On Day 3 we arrived at the camp outside the city, and began the long staircase of rocks up to the lost city. The steps were slim, slippery and steep and it was quite a challenge. Boy in blue shorts, a Colombian who only wore blue shorts (much to the girls’, and some boys’, delight) was putting us all to shame as he marched past us. “He’s well fitter than us” was Heather’s response… To which he confidently replied, “That’s not true”… We really should stop presuming that people don’t speak English!
20130123-163446.jpgWe finally reached the bottom of the city, and had a quick rest before heading in. Due to some bowel problems a certain member of our group (Whose dignity I will spare) had to run off to do a No.2 in the woods surrounding this UNESCO World Heritage Site- to be fair to him, he wasn’t the only person with toilet troubles, as we nearly all had some kind of poo problem along the trek (including one of us who nearly shit themselves in the shower… Again I won’t mention names!)

At the top Archie explained what each bit was, explaining to us about the Shaymans and the rituals they carried out. The site was impressive- it was easy to imagine the buildings that would have existed and the small community of leaders who lived in this mountaintop town. It had spectacular views across the mountains and we got some pretty swell photos. My red vest had been ideal for hiking in hot, sticky conditions- but unfortunately wasn’t the most flattering piece of clothing to wear in so many photos!

The walk back was a long one, but we strived on to complete it in just two days of hiking and managed to pull it off. We had a big celebratory lunch when we got back to our starting point, and then endured what was the hardest bit of the whole 5 days… The cramped, shakey jeep ride back into Santa Marta.
Our guide, Archie, told us many stories about the indigenous people of the Sierra Nevada, which I have written about here.
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