Neiva

We spent a night in Neiva, as it was the only possibility to get to our last destination, the Tatacoa desert.
We asked the taxi driver, if Neiva was a nice city. He said yes, and when we asked for the sights he said there were none, but it was a nice and calm city, while he was speeding as hell and passing all the red lights.
After having breakfast in the bakery beneath our hotel, where we could choose between eggs and rice, or fish soup or chicken breast, we went for a walk and we did find the sight of Neiva. A viewpoint next to the Magdalena river, with a Neiva sign.
After noone could help us telling when the bus leaves to the desert, we just went to the bus station and asked some guys, who took us to a cashier, made us pay three times more than what the receipt said, and took us to a jeep. Even though it looked quite sketchy, it happened to be the official public transport to the desert, and after 2 hours of rain, hot wind and exhaust gas in our face we finally arrived to Tatacoa.Read more