Taganga
Taganga

Taganga

For some reason I can’t remember, the name of this nice beachside town felt familiar to me way before I actually visited it. The idea was to spend just one day and a night before going to El Tayrona Park and have a chill, relaxing day.

The poverty level of the area is something you just can’t ignore. I remember we had a friendly taxi driver telling us about Taganga, but I was struck to see many half-built houses on the mountains and many, many families in vulnerability. It’s like you realize you should do something about it and feel ashamed for not even trying, until you arrive at your destination and you forget about it…but it should be worth some reflection at least, for me as a Colombian.

The taxi driver left us where I think was the middle of the beach. We walked to the right and we found several places to drink or hang out, but it was still very early for that. There was also some persistent guy trying to sell me something, to the point that I felt the urge to go back to the other side of the beach. That would be to the left-hand side when you get there.

We found a nice place to stay and had a great lunch. We had just finished a 10+ hour bus trip from Bucaramanga to some other place where we found our friendly taxi driver. We deserved some fast food and cocktails while enjoying the sea sight. And that’s what we did for the rest of the evening.

The beach slowly started to fill with both local and foreigner families and individuals, who enjoyed the small waves and sand. I remember we didn’t feel like going in. Instead, we had some more drinks and then went back to the hostel for some late-night fun.

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