So when I left off last I had been crowing about how I scored the last available hammock in the mirador for the night. I may have celebrated that victory a bit too quickly though, because those fancy hammocks are up at the top of this big rock formation and right over the water, and it was absolutely freezing once the sun went down! Plus, my amazing luck meant that it took until that exact day, nearly two weeks into my trip, for the traveler’s sickness to hit and that was the furthest area from the camp restroom. It also meant a somewhat treacherous climb in the dark over slippery rocks. (Seriously guys, bring a flashlight, no matter where in Tayrona you end up staying.)
So I ended up barely sleeping at all in my prize hammock, waking up every hour or so shivering and with a queasy rumbling in my stomach. Note to self: Putting a slightly damp sarong on top of yourself as an improvised blanket only makes you colder. The plus side was that I was already up at 5 AM to see the spectacular sunrise that everyone else, sleeping soundly, missed.
The next day I was more than happy to move down to the ground-level hammocks in the campsite, where I heard it was a little warmer and a lot closer to the bathroom, just in case.
After the less exciting sleeping arrangements were made, I basically just spent three days relaxing on the beach (and at times, running to the bathroom every 20 minutes). Of course I fell asleep on the beach the second day and got totally sunburnt. Then I apparently woke up, turned over, and went back to sleep again, since I somehow ended up burnt on both my back and stomach. And just when my skin had recovered from that burn back in Cartagena!
By the third day, I had had enough of sleeping in hammocks (no matter the location), so I decided it was time to take the boat back to Taganga. While enjoying my last few hours of beautiful beach, the sky turned a bit grey and stormy-looking so I started to get worried about seasickness. The guy at the little campground shop had sold me some mystery stomach pill the day before, so I attempted to ask him (in very limited Spanish) if he had another medicine for something like “when you go on a boat and the sea is very bad and you are ill”, but he just told me to ask the captain.
I tracked down the captain and he told me he didn’t have anything, but they should sell it at the shop.
The guy at the shop told me again that they don’t sell anything like that but the captain should have it.
This back and forth went on for a little while until finally the captain just told me to eat a lime.
I’ve never heard of limes curing seasickness, but I did it anyway and it was horrible. Maybe he thought I was referring to scurvy? It would be hilarious if he thought I was worried about getting scurvy on a one-hour motorboat trip.