Ringing In The New Year...In The Jungle
After 4 days of hiking through the Sierra Nevada mountain range, you’d think I’d be done with the jungle – but less than 24 hours after returning to the city I was ready to leave Santa Marta once again, this time for the peace and tranquility of Minca.
A 45 minute commute in a collectivo taxi brought me to the small village, situated roughly 20kms south-east of Santa Marta. However, I wasn’t planning on staying in Minca itself – on the Colombian backpacker trail, there is one place every traveller knows they must stay while on the Caribbean coast...and that is Casa Elemento – a hostel, perched on the edge of a mountain...1,200 metres above sea level.
Not only does it overlook both the village of Minca and the city of Santa Marta, but on a clear day you can even see the ocean, all from the comfort of one of its many oversized hammocks.
There are 3 ways to reach Casa Elemento from Minca – the cheapest option is to hike uphill for 3 hours...which wouldn’t be such a challenge, had I not just hiked 47kms. The most comfortable option is to hire a private jeep...but unless you have the numbers to fill it, that can be costly. The quickest and most efficient option is to jump on the back of a moto-taxi – and while it’s not exactly the safest option, it only set me back 20,000 COP ($9 Australian). Cut to me speeding up a mountain trail on the back of some Colombian guy’s bike. I’m not going to lie – I saw my life flash before my eyes a few times during the 30 minute ride, but it was hella fun. (So much so that I opted for a moto-taxi on my way back down too.)
While at Casa Elemento I stayed in one of the dorms, which happened to have its own private hammock. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in such a social hostel – the family style dinners and lack of wifi made connecting with other travellers a whole lot easier and I met some really great people while I was there.
On New Years Eve I split a bottle of red wine with one of the girls I met there and, lounging on the giant swinging hammock, wrapped in our blankets, we watched sporadic firework displays illuminate various neighbourhoods in the lead up to midnight. It was definitely the most memorable New Years Eve of my life.












