Into the Heart of the Jungle

The anticipation was palpable as I embarked on the Lost City Trek in Santa Marta. As a biologist and environmental activist, the allure of the Sierra Nevada’s rich biodiversity and the ancient mysteries of the Lost City were irresistible. The journey began in the bustling Centro Historico de Santa Marta, where our group gathered, eager and ready for the adventure ahead. We were whisked away in a rugged 4x4, traversing the rugged terrain to El Mamey, the gateway to the jungle.

The first day was a gentle introduction to the trek, with lush greenery enveloping us as we made our way to Camp 1. The air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a reminder of the vibrant life teeming within this ecosystem. Our guide, Sixto, was a beacon of energy, his laughter echoing through the trees as he regaled us with tales of the Tayronas, the ancient inhabitants of the Lost City. His stories were not just entertaining; they were a poignant reminder of the cultural tapestry woven into the very fabric of this land.

The Journey Through Time

As we ventured deeper into the Sierra Nevada, the landscape transformed. The path to Camp 3 was a challenging one, winding through the Buritaca river valley and the indigenous village of Mutanshi. Here, the Kogui people live in harmony with nature, their way of life a testament to sustainable living. It was a humbling experience, witnessing their connection to the land, a connection I strive to emulate in my own conservation efforts.

Our translator, Justin, was instrumental in bridging the gap between our group and the local communities. His passion for storytelling brought the history and culture of the region to life, enriching our understanding of the indigenous peoples’ resilience and wisdom. Each step we took was a step back in time, a journey through the annals of history, culminating in the awe-inspiring sight of the Lost City.

The Lost City Revealed

The ascent to the Lost City was a test of endurance, but the reward was beyond words. Climbing the 1,200 ancient steps, I felt a profound sense of connection to the past. The city, shrouded in mist and mystery, stood as a testament to the ingenuity and spirit of the Tayronas. Our time there was spent in quiet reflection, absorbing the energy of this sacred place.

Luz, our cook, provided sustenance that was nothing short of miraculous. Her meals were a celebration of local flavors, each dish a comforting reminder of home amidst the wild. The fresh juices she prepared were a burst of vitality, rejuvenating us for the journey back.

As we made our way back to El Mamey, the trek came full circle. The rivers and waterfalls we encountered were not just natural wonders; they were lifelines, vital to the ecosystem’s health. This trek was more than an adventure; it was a call to action, a reminder of the importance of preserving these precious landscapes for future generations. The Lost City Trek was a journey of discovery, not just of the land, but of the spirit and resilience of those who call it home.