San -Okay, I'll stay another day- Augustin

Another lovely village, slightly bigger than Salento and far more south.
The hostal is just a pretty as the village and is run by Mario, the loco hostal owner. The reputation about the best shower in South America being there, is not a lie.
The first morning we do a tour with a jeep (turns out to be a regular, 25 years old Renault) to visit the archeological museum which sucks, some maya-statues and tombes which lack explanation and some waterfalls from almost 400 resp 100 meters high (if I understood that well). The waterfall and the views are absolutely stunning, even for a by beauty numbed eye (that happens when you see so many beautiful things; you just stop appreciating). A small construction protrudes from the steep cliff, if you walk upon it you're litterally surrounded by the valley-walls.
The next day I decided to stay one day longer than planned and I joined Nathalie, Laura and Oren for a walk to a finca that Nathalie has bought and a swim in the nearby river afterwards. Moihikano and Patata, Laura's 9 weeks old and Nathalie's 2 weeks old pups climbed, tumbled and fell around us as the view changed with each turn, slope or hill we covered. After a brisk 2 hour walk we jumped onto the back of a jeep and continued on the dirt track (which also is the main road) for another 20 mins. At this point, only every 5 km or so a house or finca was visible, everything else was just trees, plants and animals.
The familie that lives in the finca was awaiting us when we arrived at the property. The finca is a poliered concrete plane with a wooden shed making 2 bedrooms, a kitchen and a veranda. Laura, who's dad is Chilene, started making a typical dish, so soon some pots were simmering on the wood-fuelled stove.
Then we took 2 machetes and strolled of towards the other side of the micro-valley to get wood. When we arrived at a waterfall and a wake to swim, it finally sank in what we were here to do. Of course I left my swimming pants in the house. The water was pretty cold, but after a while it became bearable and refreshing.
By the time we returned from getting the wood (which we didn't have), the man of the house fixed us a bag of approximately 50 gr weed for 5000 pesos (2€). It was, however, freshly picked, so we fast-dryed it in the wood-oven which was already warming up for the next stage of the meal. When we were finished making thin, round circles of dough, to be used to wrap around the meat and then put in the oven, it was starting to get dark. I try to ask how we were going to get back. Not that it mattered, but it is a civilised reaction, I guess, to always want to know what's happening next. Still I was taken by surprise to learn that we were staying for the night. Thus that meant sleeping with my lenses.
After the meal we talked a little bit (everyone laughed with my Spanish). One by one everyone went to bed. I kept Laura, the colombian girl warm at night because she was cold ;-)