We hit the road once again. and drive through central america into Colombia. We follow the coast up to Cartagena, then baranquilla then on past Santa Marta, where we finally make it to Tayrona, a beautiful national park along the coast, untainted by civilisation. We park the bus then trek for a couple of hours through the jungle to finally get to the beaches. we walk another few miles in the dark, getting off the beaten track and find a lovely little creek with no one around.
It's been a gruelling few days of driving, and everyone's glad of the respite. It's late and everyone's knackered. we set our hamacs up amongst the coconut trees, and drift off into dreamland listening to the lapping waves on the beach.
You wake up first and discover where you actually are. a little corner of paradise. golden sands, endless coconut trees, strong powerful sea crashing along the rocks, and not a soul in sight. You grab the ghetto blaster and put the best song for the occasion, a chill, happy track ensuring everyone wakes up with a smile on their face.
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It's been a gruelling few days of driving, and everyone's glad of the respite. It's late and everyone's knackered. we set our hamacs up amongst the coconut trees, and drift off into dreamland listening to the lapping waves on the beach.
You wake up first and discover where you actually are. a little corner of paradise. golden sands, endless coconut trees, strong powerful sea crashing along the rocks, and not a soul in sight. You grab the ghetto blaster and put the best song for the occasion, a chill, happy track ensuring everyone wakes up with a smile on their face.
Theme: free choice based on the occasion.
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