Colombia: Mocoa

Transport: The last couple weeks I had been really stoked on haggling with the bus drivers and getting deals on all my transport. It often worked wonderfully, yet this time it backfired a bit. I was convinced on getting a better deal taking two busses rather then a direct bus that left to late for our liking yet when it was all said and done. They overbooked the bus and left us waiting for an hour until they finally returned our tickets and we ended up getting no deal and leaving later than the first bus. either way after a lot of waiting we made it to Mocoa.

Casa del Rio: Again, a fabulous hostel about a 30 minute walk from the town but a ride can usually be hitched. The hostel is set next to a pupular local swim spot, has beautiful grounds and gardens, and even has a river running through the middle that one must cross to reach the dorms. The morning is filled with the sounds of birds and the worlds tiniest monkey!
The first day was gorgeous and the next night was one of the biggest rain storms I had ever experreinced. The next morning the little stream that ran through the hostel was a raging river. We waited til the afternon to hike and see some of the waterfalls while flooded.

We went on two really amazing hikes, one to a waterfall with a fantastic swimming hole and the other was to a waterfall called Fin del Mundo. Heading to the Fin del Mundo, we paid our fee and the guy told us we wouldnt be able to make it becuase the river crossings were flooded. Yet, determination go tthe best of us and after some debatable dodgy river crossing we made it!

the final day were were going to go to a conyon but half way to town we decided to scratch it and head to Pasto over the road dubbed the trampoline of death.