After a really short flight we landed in Santa Marta (which is one of the shortest runways in the world) and instantly felt like we were in a different country. The airport is right on the edge of the sea with a backdrop of jungle-full mountains.
We jumped in a cab and it took about 30 minutes to reach the main strip of Santa Marta, which was our first stop. Instantly we knew we were in a very different part of Colombia. The people much darker, their accents far broader and the strips were lined with tiny mini buses honking novelty horns as they sped along the main strip, right next to the Carribean Sea.
We went straigh tto the tour company and paid for the 6 day trek which left the following morning at 9.
The lonely planet reccommendation for a hostel wasn't really what we were after (being so exhausted), so we had a quick walk and found a cheap hostel that was really quiet, and for the sake of one night, it would do (even if the bathroom looked like something straight out of the horro flick Saw).
We ventured out to see the sun set with beer in hand, before making our way to dinner. Originally we had plan to hit a bar or two, but after returning to the hostel, and packing for the following day, we had an early night and watched a couple of movies.
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