The trip was long and curvy, with one of the drivers going way to fast to my liking considering the roads. I ended up in Tatacoa around 18:00 because of a police check‑up and the driver being fined for an unknown reason. Arriving later in the day was both good because it was not too hot, and not so great because I didn’t book any accommodation there, which meant I would have to wander in a pitch black environment if my first option was not the right one (I had a horrible feedback for Noches de Saturno from different people). I ended up in a one bed room that was unnecessary and cost me more than what I would have liked.

That being said, the night was good because I went to bed quite quickly as… well… there’s not much to do alone in the desert when the sky is obstructed by clouds. I woke up around 5:00 and went straight to the red desert, following the ridge.

I dove in the canyons and walked for a few hours in the mud of the previous night, admiring the burgeoning cacti, the birds flying here and there, and the forever rising sun which animated shadows on the small formations of the desert.

I finished and went back to the Estadero la Tatacoa, where I had my vegetarian dinner the previous day. The breakfast was quite good as well, and I asked if they knew someone who had a cheaper accommodation, still thinking I could try to stay one more night. So we went on a motorcycle on unbeaten paths, and reached a remote place in the middle of the desert. After a short talk with the locals who told me that after 22:00, the clouds would go away (the observatory closing at 22:00), and with this feeling I didn’t belong there, I decided to not wait for another night and continue my way back to Bogotá.

The Tatacoa desert was pretty but I will probably not go back there just to see the place.