At last, day 3, later than expected we found
the Lost City,
via some 1200 steps varying in size and state of repair. In some
site has little to look at, what it does have is a special feel,
an ambience, a
sense of sacredness. The trek is a journey of some note and you
feel and ending
arriving at a site that underneath the earth is unchanged with
spiritual artefacts sitting under your feet.
The site is full of soldiers as once cocaine was produced on a relatively large scale, locals were caught between the Colombian army, guerrillas and right wing paramilitaries and there were many kidnappings of tourists. Much fighting went on until the cocaine fields (which had their own tourist trips) were razed and the army took control and peace reigned.
All too soon it was time to leave and return to camp 3.
The river crossing was just two ropes, there are more bridges now for the many river crossings, but no bridge is allowed for the final crossing to the Lost City site. Caroline had her boots round her neck, but fell in and filled them with water, so spent the day squelching. It was another hot day, but a good walking day. Thankfully camp 2 was a lot quieter this time.
Caroline’s feet though, were a bit manky (to say the least) and all our clothes now stink, really stink.
Our final day of walking out, a beautiful
sunny day. Uphill
for the first part, then easy as ‘Colombian flat’ and downhill.
There was a
group of very competitive Spanish walkers whom we all overtook
and then they
overtook us. This happened 3 times, each time they stopped for a
we just outstripped them. Due to the deep sticky mud Caroline
was on one bit of
the path, but could hear walking sticks clacking and this
Spanish lady appeared
over a small hill at the side in really deep mud, trying to
Caroline found her maniacal look somewhat unsettling. The whole
competitive walking is somewhat alien to us. Anyway we can feel
smug as a group
as we had already finished our lunch by the time the Spanish
group walked out.
the people walking up asked questions such as ‘are we nearly there yet?’, ‘is it worth the walk?’ and so on. We both thought it was, but we were looking forward to a rural hotel and a hot shower.
The guide book aptly describes Teyuna – Lost City as a ‘place of profound historical silences’.