When I stayed in Cartegena, Colombia for almost a week a few years ago, I spent most of my time wandering the streets with tourists and enjoying the historical aspects of the city. Sure, I had fun playing in the streets and people watching, but the nature lover inside me called out for something more. Desperate for some fresh air and trees, I made arrangements for a private mangrove tour in the quaint little fishing village of La Boquilla, a quick drive north of tourist-ville.
Never having gotten around to editing these photos, I thought I would leave a little photo blog of my adventure that day.
|My tour started in the small village of La Boquilla, Colombia on a small boat|
I was lucky enough to have 2 guides all to myself. A local man steered the boat and pushed us through with a large paddle as if we were strolling through the Grand Canal
|Entering the mangrove forest|
|A lineated woodpecker hides up in the trees|
My second tour guide was a naturalist and cultural interpreter. She told me all about the mangrove trees. The botanist in me was intrigued. I had more questions then she had answers for.
|Baby mangrove trees establishing themselves along the bank|
|Young mangrove seeds float along until the sharp tip can penetrate the ground|
I saw more wildlife then my camera skills would allow me to capture. Birds surrounded us with beautiful songs, iguanas glided through the water and frogs leaped off adventitious roots. No matter where I end up in the world, nature really makes me feel at home.
|Reflections of a Colombian mangrove forest|