Tayrona Natiocal Parque and back toTagenga

we decided thaat to celebrate torzs birthday, we should be at a place called Tayrona national park. everyone who had been there said it was amazinglybeautiful and that they had had a great time. There were a couple of ways to get to the park. bu}y bus car or boat. A creepy, old, american man offered to take us on his boat but we realised it was illegal because the way the boat entered the park, you couldnt pay the enterence fee, and if you are caught without tickets you can get in loads of trouble. We decided to go with the car option. On the morning of torzs bday we had our customary egga and juics before setting out for the park. it took about an hour in the car and then we had to walk for an hour or so to the beach. We got lost and separated a bit, but finally made it to a beautiful little inlet bay. it looked like you imagine paradise to look. white san, clean water, palm trees an pituresque boulders. we swam for ages, ate torzs birthday lunch, boiled eggs, banana and smirnoff ice, then went to look for some hammocks. we got some lovely cheap ones only fifteen mins walk from the beach we had found. we started to get ready for the nights celebrations. it consisted of buying coke to go with th massive bottle of rum we had snuck in. as we were sitting down to the first or maybe second rum of the night, a couple we had met in Medellin walked by. turns out it was the guys bday too, so the party got better we made a camp fire, and all ha to go on little missions to collect firewood. frey and torz, who at this stage were off their faces, decided to try and carry and  metre log to the fire. unfortunately it weighed about two hundred kg an no matter how much ĺeverage they got, it wouldnt move. out of nowhere it atarted puring with rain. we ran for cover and spent the rest of the night trying steal beer and talking. we succeeded in the beer stealing. the next day we went back to the beach for more sun and surf. it was a very sad day as the K-dog, the Von schlippalot had to leave. that night we slept in the same hammocks, and for some reason found it a little more difficult to sleep tone sober. the next day we walked an hour to another beach. it was the more touristy, popular beach, but we didnt think it was any better than the one we had been going to. we left that afternoon to go back to Tganga for a couple of days. this time in tagenga we staye at a more popular party hostel and met some lovelt people. after a few nights we left for Cartagena, where frey torz and liam wuld be reunited with dylan amy and aaron