A Park Called Tayrona

January 16-18, 2008
Days 840-842

Picture of man.

A plantain man.

After finishing my scuba diving coursework, I needed a few days to relax. I went with Samantha, a girl from Bogotá who was on vacation visiting her brother in Santa Marta, to Tayrona National Park. It was only an hour from Santa Marta, but only had a few dozen vacationing Colombians, compared with the thousands around the city. The park was beautiful and the beaches were endless, giving a perfect, relaxed atmosphere. And for once, I was able to walk barefoot through the sand and not worry about getting a shard of broken glass embedded in my foot. It was unlike anywhere else I had seen on the Caribbean coast.

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