When I could feel the sweat dripping down my legs as we hid from the mid-day heat in Taganga, I made I solemn oath to get our butts somewhere cooler. We opted to head into the hills southeast of Taganga to the village of Minca. 700 meters above sea level meant the difference between melting and comfortably swinging in a hammock looking over Colombia’s Sierra Nevada.
Hotel San Souci where we stayed has a beautiful outdoor cooking space. As we pulled in, one of the owners stood protectively in front of the brand spanking new island. Apparently someone destroyed the former island by rear-ending it. Our truck’s proximity to the island was making her nervous. We immediately vowed not to hit it. Our group congregated in the outdoor cooking space every night much as you would in your own kitchen. We grilled fish on the fire and enjoyed being disconnected from the internets. George even found time to perform some surgery on his pillow. He cut it in half length wise and sewed it back up so that he could fit in the tent fully stretched out.