“The Earth has its music for those who listen close enough.”
If you were to ask me to describe to you a paradise whose beauty is so strong it makes your heart hurt, to describe a place where serenity meets mystic fog, where coffee is born and raised, and where the river runs so swiftly you forget what city noise sounds like…Valle de Cocora would be it. Located in La Zona Cafetera just 15 minutes outside of Salento, Valle de Cocora is home to the skinniest and tallest palm trees in the world.
You can choose to either hike or ride a horse through the valley and there are several trails that can last anywhere up to 7 hours long. We chose to hike on a misty cloudy day in May through muddy trails and derelict bridge crossings.
We stayed at Mocambo Hostel, located just ten minutes from Salento down a windy road into the valley. We had a rental car, but it was still a very bumpy, muddy, rocky dirt road leading up to the secluded property, which was far away from any other civilization. The majority of people who stay here are backpackers and hike in from Salento using a steep trail that starts right in the backyard of the property, which sits on several hectares of land with free-roaming cows, chickens, horses, dogs, cats and butterflies. We were the only people staying in the entire hostel on the first night, so it was extra quiet. We were later joined by other travelers from Germany and Bellingham, WA (what a small world since we lived in Seattle!) Here are some photos of the property:
I booked this hostel based on reading plenty of outstanding reviews on Hostel World, Airbnb and Trip Advisor. I saw another reviewer write “it will break your heart to leave this place” and she was absolutely correct. Sasha and I spent three weeks in Colombia and two weeks in Ecuador in some pretty rad places, and this was by far, our favorite accommodation. We rented a private room with our own bathroom, and the first night was rough for me because the mattress was so soft it sunk all the way to the bottom so you could feel the wooden baseboards. I didn’t sleep at all the first night, so I asked the staff if I could try another mattress to see if we could perhaps switch rooms since we were the only people staying in the hostel. They kindly opened up every single room for me to test each mattress and I finally found a firm one that was different from all the others. They were so nice to switch out the mattress for me and re-make the sheets so we didn’t have to move rooms. The mattresses are either too soft or too hard, and a double bed doesn’t quite fit Sasha and me (he is two meters tall!)
The only other complaint I had was the poor lighting and slow Internet speed. Since Sasha and I are both working while traveling, it is important to us to have reliable Internet. However, it’s worth being in such a remote location and a great place to disconnect. The lighting in all the main areas is so dim it’s hard to see.
Other than the small complaints, Mocambo hostel is pure bliss. It rained nearly every day/evening making for a very peaceful sleep. There is no noise from the city, no airplanes passing overhead, and the staff is super friendly (however, they do not speak English so come prepared with your basics!)
Some highlights for us included:
– Brekkie is included! Most mornings we had leftovers from dinner the night before, so we just gave the cook our leftovers and she made us an omelette or scramble using fresh eggs
– Hammocks – there are three; one near the main reception area and two by the pool
– Natural pool (expect it to be brown and murky because it comes from mountain spring water and is therefore cold but refreshing on a warm day)
– The pool is by a lovely cabana further away from the main areas and feels more secluded. This was our favorite place to read a book and take a mid-day nap after eating a giant Mexican burrito or Holy Guacamole Burger at Brunch Diner in Salento
– There are dogs, cats, butterflies, cows and horses roaming freely on or around the property
– The sounds of nature are so calming
And now for the biggest highlight….EDDIE THE HOSTEL DOG!!! Eddie is an adorable black and white pup who will absolutely lick you to death and love you immediately (he doesn’t pick and choose favorites, he just loves everyone.)
Eddie would cuddle up next to me with his head on my lap every evening while the crickets chirped and rain pitter-pattered on the tin roof. Eddie would greet us every time we came home as if he hadn’t seen us in a week, tail wagging, smile on his face, and paws up on our thighs…he was a super good hugger.
One day we hiked up the trail to go to Ocaso Finca for a coffee tour. Eddie led us the entire way up the hiking trail to the main dirt road. I thought he would turn around and come back at the end of the hike, but he led us the entire 3 kilometers to the front doorstep of the coffee farm past aggressive dogs guarding their territory trying to chase him away.
Eddie patiently waited the 1.5 hours curled up by the entrance while we did our tour.
When it was clear we were finished with our tour and headed back to the hostel, Eddie jumped up and walked back with us the entire way, running ahead and then waiting for us to catch up. I secretly tried to figure out how I could smuggle him home with us (joking). But really. Dogs are viewed differently in South America because strays are so prevalent. Dogs hump each other all the time and make inadvertent baby dogs, and kids find the puppies in the street, take them home and beg their parents to keep them. The parents agree until the dog gets older (and not as cute), then they get fed up with having to feed the dog because they can barely afford to feed their human families first. So the dogs end up out on the street, skinny and starving. It breaks my heart but I have to remember that it’s the way of life there.