My last night in colombia was spent at a newly built "farm" called Rancho Relaxo owned by one Australian and 5 Canadians. They very recently started this place and will official open for tourists next month. So me and a English girl got a preview before any one else! For now it's a big house with dorm rooms and a outside kitchen. They have their own small waterfall with pool you can swim in. We (inviga) by skinny dipping in the night after a few cocktails. They have two dogs and heaps of chickens, a garden with herbs and vegetables, a mango tree and their very own masseuse which we also tried! It's a perfect place to relax or party if that's what you want, rom, vodka, cranberry gin, whiskey even something called snakebite... Beware of that one;) the guys who owns it is awesome and very relaxed! Defiantly one of the best days and worst hangovers here in Colombia!
3 nights were spent in Taganga, a small fishing village and party place for backpackers. The beachfront is full of small open air bars and the rest is old school grit roads with a lot of diving schools along them. Diving and snorkeling is suppose to be good I wouldn't know since I mostly spent my days at a reggae cafe drinking the best Colombian coffee ever!
A week on a remote beach, white sand, crystal clear water, no Internet, only electricity at night powered by generators, living in a tiny hut with palm leafs as a roof, eating freshly caught fish, drinking coco water, listening to live Latin music, dozing off in the gaze of the sun and falling asleep to the waves thundering next to you. That's Playa Blanca in Colombia and where I spent my last week.
I got there by bus/ferry/motorbike. I was very lucky to run into a Colombian artist named Dickson with a motorbike willing to take me all the way to playa blanca. Sitting there on the bike roaming trough the scruffy roads, barely able to see because of the rain, it suddenly hit me, if the bike crashes I'm fucked, I'm dead. But it was all good, steady as a rock Dickson took me around the island showing me his artwork in fancy resorts and helping me out to find a place to stay and bargain for me, such a nice guy!
The days were spent on the beach snoozing in the sun and cooling off in the sea. The evenings I went to various bar shacks eating and drinking local specialties and hanging out with any people that would be around. It was a mix of one-night-tourists , local Colombians and Latin American season workers. Practicing my Spanish and jamming with the latin musicians.
Life was easy, even tho the toilets is only a wobbly stinky seat with no regular flush, and cold showers from a bucket- This paradise and a paradise very easy to get lost in.