Capurgana - Colombia
Trip Start
Oct 30, 2007
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Trip End
Nov 20, 2009
We decided to head west to the border with Panama to the little villages of Capurgana and Sapzurro. Because of the difficulty of getting there, very few tourists make it this far, but it does have a reputation for isolated beaches (we were so hanging out for one of those as we had hardly spent any time doing beach stuff since we´d been in South America) and it's rainforest backdrop. As a great bonus, the place has no cars, in fact no motorised transport at all, with streets just for pedestrians and the occasional cyclist or horse and cart.
Early start, a 6 hour bus journey plus another 6 in a 4WD minibus over dirt road to a dive of a town called Turbo for the night, then the early morning boat for three hours (small boat, packed with locals, and our backpacks in very necessary plastic bags against the spray), stopping off at little beach hamlets until we got to Capurgana. As is the case in pretty much all of Colombia, there are soldiers everywhere, and while the country is now safe (despite what Brad´s Mum might think - one old doco on kidnapping and she´s an expert), the soldiers add another sense of security. Most of them are 18 or 19 year olds on their National Service, and are really friendly, despite having AK47´s and boxes of spare clips on them. Capurgana is no different, and the soldiers inspected all our bags, passport etc before we could land. We ended up staying at one of the best places we´ve found so far. There´s not a huge array of reasonable accommodation, but we found Norman, a Colombian guy in his late 60s (though you´d never know it), who had a wooden house by the beach, and rents out a few rooms in it with hammocks and balconies overlooking the sea, complete with housekeeper who cooked great, freshly caught fish. Even on his own property he has lush gardens, and even his own Botanical Jungle (as you do!), plus a lovely swimming pool overlooking the sea, and was a really great, friendly guy. Two Colombian friends of his (William and Jeanette) were arriving the same day, so he said he´d show us all the area.
So, first day we walked to the next hamlet on the beach further round, where some of the local soldiers said they´d accompany/ escort us (makes for great photos). We hung out at one of Norman´s other friends house right on the beach (between William, an ex-Army Captain who spent years around there protecting the border, and Norman, they seemed to know absolutely everyone here), lazing in their hammocks, snorkeling and eating a fantastic lunch (snapper and tuna - got to love that!) by the shore. All washed down with a beer or two, Colombian style, called a Michelada - beer with lime in a glass rimmed with salt, and admiring the view. Another one of those "travelling highs" moments.
Next day we caught a boat to Sapzurro and walked over the hill into Panama (just leaving our names and passport numbers with the soldiers at the top of the hill - now that´s a laid back border crossing). Down the other side is a beautiful beach, including regulation postcard palm trees bending over the beach, one beach bar and a woman that sold awesome marinated sea snails in coconut sauce. Bit of laying, bit of snorkeling, bit of coconut shucking and mango picking, plus a few beers, and another great day was had by all.
Day 3, Norman said he would show us his Botanical Gardens (complete with butterfly enclosure) and we walked up through the rainforest for a few hours, wading across small rivers to some natural swimming holes for a swim and cool off. By the time we got back at 5-ish, it was time for another cold beer and a swim in the pool, and some more fantastic fish for dinner.
The next day was the piece de resistance. Norman said he had a friend who was a member of a traditional tribal village in Panama, and between us we could hire a local boatman to take us there. So off we left early in the morning, trawling for tuna on the way (Brad caught five, so enough for lunch), stopping at a checkpoint village in the next bay to get other ingredients to cook up with the fish, and then on to Panama. We were so, so far off the tourist radar here - the kids just stopped and stared, then smiled and waved, and the village people, most in traditional dress with gold rings through their noses, were so friendly and hospitable. We macheted coconuts full of juice before paddling up the river there, through jungle scenery, and coming back for our lunch of tuna. So good! We spent time wandering around, and met the chief, who was so interested to know what we thought of his beautiful, tidy village with its round bamboo huts, fruit trees and smiling kids. What a fantastic experience, and all thanks to Norman! He even caught a tuna on the way back, which we had as cerviche with our dinner. As Norman's son pointed out to us, we had the best guide in the whole of Colombia!
We had planned to spend another couple of nights there and squeeze in a visit to the more touristed Tayrona National Park further east. It is supposed to have nice beaches (though the thought of staying in little tents - the only budget option except open air hammocks - wasn´t as appealing as lazing around Norman´s, having a dip in the pool with a beer, or walking to the lovely local beach or back across to the one in Panama). Norman´s place won hands down and we ended up spending another 5 nights for some well needed relaxation a world away from long bus journeys, the bustle of bus stations, and changing accommodation every second night. This was the first real beach time we´d had in 7 months in South America, and we just couldn´t face using most of the beach time we had left, to travel to the other end of the coast of Colombia for a beach and hospitality not as good as what we had on tap. Just couldn´t beat snorkelling 10m off shore directly in front of where we were staying, or sipping a beer in the pool, watching toucans and parrots in the trees around us.
Really one of the highlights of Colombia for us.
(For anyone reading this, and interested in staying there, Norman´s website is www.capurgana.net)
Early start, a 6 hour bus journey plus another 6 in a 4WD minibus over dirt road to a dive of a town called Turbo for the night, then the early morning boat for three hours (small boat, packed with locals, and our backpacks in very necessary plastic bags against the spray), stopping off at little beach hamlets until we got to Capurgana. As is the case in pretty much all of Colombia, there are soldiers everywhere, and while the country is now safe (despite what Brad´s Mum might think - one old doco on kidnapping and she´s an expert), the soldiers add another sense of security. Most of them are 18 or 19 year olds on their National Service, and are really friendly, despite having AK47´s and boxes of spare clips on them. Capurgana is no different, and the soldiers inspected all our bags, passport etc before we could land. We ended up staying at one of the best places we´ve found so far. There´s not a huge array of reasonable accommodation, but we found Norman, a Colombian guy in his late 60s (though you´d never know it), who had a wooden house by the beach, and rents out a few rooms in it with hammocks and balconies overlooking the sea, complete with housekeeper who cooked great, freshly caught fish. Even on his own property he has lush gardens, and even his own Botanical Jungle (as you do!), plus a lovely swimming pool overlooking the sea, and was a really great, friendly guy. Two Colombian friends of his (William and Jeanette) were arriving the same day, so he said he´d show us all the area.
So, first day we walked to the next hamlet on the beach further round, where some of the local soldiers said they´d accompany/ escort us (makes for great photos). We hung out at one of Norman´s other friends house right on the beach (between William, an ex-Army Captain who spent years around there protecting the border, and Norman, they seemed to know absolutely everyone here), lazing in their hammocks, snorkeling and eating a fantastic lunch (snapper and tuna - got to love that!) by the shore. All washed down with a beer or two, Colombian style, called a Michelada - beer with lime in a glass rimmed with salt, and admiring the view. Another one of those "travelling highs" moments.
Next day we caught a boat to Sapzurro and walked over the hill into Panama (just leaving our names and passport numbers with the soldiers at the top of the hill - now that´s a laid back border crossing). Down the other side is a beautiful beach, including regulation postcard palm trees bending over the beach, one beach bar and a woman that sold awesome marinated sea snails in coconut sauce. Bit of laying, bit of snorkeling, bit of coconut shucking and mango picking, plus a few beers, and another great day was had by all.
Day 3, Norman said he would show us his Botanical Gardens (complete with butterfly enclosure) and we walked up through the rainforest for a few hours, wading across small rivers to some natural swimming holes for a swim and cool off. By the time we got back at 5-ish, it was time for another cold beer and a swim in the pool, and some more fantastic fish for dinner.
The next day was the piece de resistance. Norman said he had a friend who was a member of a traditional tribal village in Panama, and between us we could hire a local boatman to take us there. So off we left early in the morning, trawling for tuna on the way (Brad caught five, so enough for lunch), stopping at a checkpoint village in the next bay to get other ingredients to cook up with the fish, and then on to Panama. We were so, so far off the tourist radar here - the kids just stopped and stared, then smiled and waved, and the village people, most in traditional dress with gold rings through their noses, were so friendly and hospitable. We macheted coconuts full of juice before paddling up the river there, through jungle scenery, and coming back for our lunch of tuna. So good! We spent time wandering around, and met the chief, who was so interested to know what we thought of his beautiful, tidy village with its round bamboo huts, fruit trees and smiling kids. What a fantastic experience, and all thanks to Norman! He even caught a tuna on the way back, which we had as cerviche with our dinner. As Norman's son pointed out to us, we had the best guide in the whole of Colombia!
We had planned to spend another couple of nights there and squeeze in a visit to the more touristed Tayrona National Park further east. It is supposed to have nice beaches (though the thought of staying in little tents - the only budget option except open air hammocks - wasn´t as appealing as lazing around Norman´s, having a dip in the pool with a beer, or walking to the lovely local beach or back across to the one in Panama). Norman´s place won hands down and we ended up spending another 5 nights for some well needed relaxation a world away from long bus journeys, the bustle of bus stations, and changing accommodation every second night. This was the first real beach time we´d had in 7 months in South America, and we just couldn´t face using most of the beach time we had left, to travel to the other end of the coast of Colombia for a beach and hospitality not as good as what we had on tap. Just couldn´t beat snorkelling 10m off shore directly in front of where we were staying, or sipping a beer in the pool, watching toucans and parrots in the trees around us.
Really one of the highlights of Colombia for us.
(For anyone reading this, and interested in staying there, Norman´s website is www.capurgana.net)



Comments
Hello,
I must begin by giving a HUGE thanks for this blog. I was born in Colombia however moved to states at a very young age and since then I have struggled a bit to maintain the memories of my beloved homeland.
My boyfriend (who is a total gringo) and I decided to go visit Colombia, and this is where my urge to to relieve a blurred up childhood memory came about. I ran into your blog and the detailed information you provided about your trip inspired me to revisit Capurgana. The pictures illustrate fun, cultural involvement and over all great relaxation.
Thank you again for the post and I will make sure to keep the public informed on my upcoming trip to Capurgana, Colombia.