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Minca, Colombia: Going Off Grid in a Giant Hammock at Casa Elemento

“Who wants to come and stay at Casa Elemento?!”

As soon as Ed whirled his way through the upstairs bar at our Santa Marta hostel, throwing out brown paper business cards every few steps and grinning disarmingly at anyone who made eye contact, I knew I was going to like him.

“Yeah man, Casa Elemento is totally chilled and really cool. It’s up in the mountains, and we’ve got dorm beds, a swinging bed, and a huge outdoor hammock that sleeps ten people. Pretty sweet, really!”

It was hard enough to not be interested in Ed’s excitable description of his hostel – particularly the idea that the area was in any way cooler than Santa Marta’s 35’C heat and 85% humidity.

A Giant Hammock at Casa Elemento, Minca, Colombia


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The sweaty joys of Santa Marta

We’d been in the small coastal town of Santa Marta, Colombia, for four days at that point, and living in a temperature that didn’t involve being constantly coated in a sheen of sweat was high on my priority list. In the five minutes since Ed had been talking, a sweat droplet had made its merry way from the back of my kneecap all the way down to my ankle.

“So…how much would seven hammocks cost?”

In no time at all, Issy and I had learnt that Casa Elemento, Ed’s small hostel in the Sierra Nevada mountains, was situated in an old house that used to belong to a Colombian colonel – before he was jailed for drug smuggling.

Not surprising when the house was happily sat in the middle of three thousand hectares of marijuana fields.

Nowadays, Ed pays rent to the colonel and has transformed the man’s property into a blissfully cool escape from the overwhelming humidity of Colombia’s coastline.

A different world awaits at Casa Elemento

Now it may not be that obvious when reading this site, but over the last year I’ve become obsessed with my writing here. What I want to post about next is of the highest priority, and I’m always thinking about how my experiences can be turned into a good article. Before Ed had even finished talking, my brain was making mental note of what he said about the area’s history.

Of course I was going to write about Casa Elemento. It was a hostel positioned in the midst of a marijuana plantation – how could I not?!

Later that evening we were walking along the waterfront, discussing exactly when we’d leave for Minca, when I noticed the gorgeous sunset unfolding in the sky above us. As per usual, I grabbed my camera and took a photo. And then the lens began to make a series of clicks and creaks as it refused to retract back into the body.

I started to panic.

Just like that, with no cause or explanation, my camera was broken.

A pink sunset over the beach in Santa Marta, Colombia
My little Canon point and shoot may not be the best camera in the world, but it’s been a trusty companion on my travels for the last eighteen months. I picked it up just before I left for India and it’s been the lens through which I’ve shot every one of the photos you see on this site – so to suddenly be bereft of such a possession was an awful situation to be in.

But I knew I could rely on other people’s cameras while in Minca – and besides, the idea of being forced to write in more descriptive detail than normal was somewhat tempting.

Eventually I found an eager Colombian in a nearby market who said he’d take my camera for a few days to fix it – nodding effusively at the certainty of his convictions – and I was more than ready to get out of the heat and into the valley for a few days of respite.

But then came a challenging discovery. There was no wifi in Casa Elemento.

An impromptu “no wifi” challenge in Colombia

It might sound ridiculous to many of you (and it’s pretty embarrassing to me too, thinking about it), but going more than a few days without internet access is a challenge for me. It’s partly my personal obsession with social media, but it’s also all the trappings of my travel blogger lifestyle, which involves a great deal of online interaction, emailing and general connectivity.

And while I convince myself that I can do without for a few days, the reality is somewhat different.

A sign for the Casa Elemento hostel, Minca, Colombia
My friends have no qualms about teasing me for this innate need to stay connected. Over the last six months, it’s been a constant source of ridicule when I opt to stay in and work instead of going out and doing things in the real world with real people.

So this lack of connectivity plus no camera had me worried. How was I going to get any work done without internet? How would I write up the experience without any photos to go with the text?

And then I realised how ridiculous I was being. Most people would give their right arm to be staying in a place like the Casa Elemento hostel, and I was actually stressed about it. What’s worse, I was effectively back to my normal travelling state, before all the blogging and social media became so important, and I didn’t even seem happy about the situation.

A Dose of Disconnection in the Colombian Mountains
No internet, no camera, and no electricity means no ability to do anything other than absorb what’s going on around you: something which I clearly haven’t been doing enough of recently.

So what else was there to do, other than what so many other travellers spend all their time doing? Simply sit back and take it all in.

Going off grid in Minca – and loving it

For three days I ignored my iPad and I didn’t take a single photo.

Instead, I played with two kittens, both with a penchant for ‘killing’ rubbish they’d scavenged from the kitchen scraps; stroked the heads of numerous dogs who prowled around the edges of the house; and ate freshly cooked empanadas dipped in homemade salsa at a long wooden scratch-covered table.

Sunset above the Colombian mountains in Minca, Colombia

In a complete change to the travelling style I’ve become accustomed to, I felt effortlessly laid back with so little obligations.

I took my shoes off and forgot where I’d left them; then wandered down the hill with blankets around my shoulders to sit in the grass and watch the sun set in near silence, but for the bird calls and the wind blowing gently through the trees.

A Dose of Disconnection in the Colombian Mountains

I walked with my friends for hours through the mountains in the search for a lost waterfall, picking up maracuya fruit littering the ground on route.

We cracked them open with our fingers, and scooped and sucked at the insides; found wild avocados and cut into them with a penknife.

A Dose of Disconnection in the Colombian Mountains
When we couldn’t walk any further without risking still being out at nightfall, we sat in the dirt and surveyed the never ending waves of trees that lay below us.

A Dose of Disconnection in the Colombian Mountains
I fell accidentally asleep in the early afternoons, swinging gently in the hammocks strung through a corridor doused in sunshine.

And at night, I lay cradled in a oversized hammock set high above the valley, capable of fitting twenty people but holding just two. Covered with blankets and fuelled by a strange sense of completion, I watched the full moon move slowly through the sky and talked with a stranger about everything and nothing until the sun came up.

The giant Casa Elemento hammock above the Colombian mountains

Mountain magic in Minca, Colombia

Three days of total disconnection was undoubtedly good for me. It allowed me to ignore the many internet-based distractions and simply write, on paper, exactly what I was feeling at that moment. Free from schedules or to-do lists because there was simply no point.

Three days without a camera forced me to look at things differently. I didn’t have to worry about losing the thing, and I noticed details for their own sake rather than as a precursor to capturing them in a frame.

In a place as beautiful as Minca, alongside a crowd of wonderfully laid back people, it was easy to forget about life down on the Colombian coast and disappear for a while. Instead of obsessing over retweets and traffic stats, I watched the sunlight play on the landscape surrounding Casa Elemento, and let my mind wander.

And without knowing it beforehand, it was exactly what I needed.

Have you ever gone without technology when travelling? How did you cope with the experience?

A Dose of Disconnection in the Colombian Mountains

In search of your own dose of disconnection? Check out the Casa Elemento hostel here!

How to reach Hostel Casa Elemento:

The closest town to Casa Elemento is Minca, which is easy to get to from Santa Marta and other places on the Colombian coast via public bus, colectivo and private taxi. Once you’ve arrived in Minca, there are three possible ways to reach Casa Elemento:

– Private jeep: Casa Elemento can arrange a jeep to pick you up in Minca (which is what we did). There are also a few other jeep companies available for hire. This drive takes about one hour – it’s a bumpy ride but great fun!

– Motorbike: It’s a thirty minute motorbike ride from Minca. Moto-taxis can be hired from the centre of Minca to the hostel for approx 20,000 COP.

– Hiking: If you choose to hike up the mountain, it’ll take you around two hours.

What else you should know about Casa Elemento:

Casa Elemento recommends you only bring a small pack with you to the hostel, as it’s easier to transport your gear. There are plenty of hiking routes in the area so good boots are recommended. The weather in the mountains is a bit cooler at night than down in Santa Marta so bring some layers, and something waterproof in case of wet weather.

As of 2019, Casa Elemento still has a ‘no wifi’ policy – but what’s better than disconnecting for a few days in a place as beautiful as this?

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18 Comments

  • Reply
    Naomi
    August 9, 2013 at 4:23 am

    I love this! It’s so important to disconnect sometimes, and just let ourselves be fully present whereever we are. I’m out of town and away from my computer (barring the 20-minutes I’m allowing myself at this internet cafe right now; we all have our weaknesses 😉 ) and turned the past few days into an impromptu writer’s retreat, just sitting in cafes with a paper notebook catching up on all the blog post I can never seem to get out when I’m at a keyboard.

    Enjoy Colombia. It looks like magic <3

    • Reply
      Flora
      August 18, 2013 at 5:07 am

      THIS is the thing — I’m strangely excited about the next two weeks, when I’ll be in the Brazilian mountains sin electricity or wifi and I’ll have to write on paper exclusively. I miss how much easier my train of thought flows when I’m scribbling with a pen 🙂

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    Toni
    August 9, 2013 at 7:47 pm

    This looks and sounds like one of the most beautiful places on Earth Flora!!

    It sounds like the forced non-digital time was a blessing that you didn’t realise you needed and it truly sounds like you and your soul benefited from it greatly. It’s often the simple things such as, like you say, a blanket around the shoulders to help you enjoy the scenery a little longer or lazying in a hammock that makes everything seem so ‘right’ with life.

    It sounds like an amazing experience 🙂

    • Reply
      Flora
      August 19, 2013 at 3:44 am

      Haha I hadn’t thought about it like that but I think you could be right – it was so crazily stunning! And I felt infinitely more calm and happy after switching off for a bit 🙂

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    This Battered Suitcase
    August 10, 2013 at 4:11 am

    This looks and sounds like absolute heaven – I’m gutted that I missed it when I was in Colombia. I personally love disconnecting, and I do often, which is why my stats and numbers aren’t the greatest. I’ve always felt, though, that the seeing and the doing are the most important things.

    Love this article, Flora. You’re a fantastic writer.

    • Reply
      Flora
      August 19, 2013 at 3:46 am

      Brenna, thanks so much! I often find myself getting way too sucked in (like now, when I’m about to spend two weeks in the Brazilian mountains with no wifi) so it’s great when an awesome travel experience also forces me to switch the damn things off!!

  • Reply
    Béatrice
    August 12, 2013 at 1:36 am

    Great post! When one travels alone, one relies on the internet to feel connected and to interact. I didn’t have internet in the Cuyabeno jungle of Ecuador for 4 days. It was not easy! But it forced me to pause, enjoy the beauty and nature around. I loved reading my book in a hammock and just relaxing with my thoughts. I had a similar experience during a one week trek in Nepal and it is one of my best travel memories. Alone, surrounded by the beauty of the Himalayas, the peaceful kindness of the people, no electricity, no internet.

    • Reply
      Flora
      August 19, 2013 at 3:50 am

      Exactly how I eventually felt – that I was being forced, albeit gently, to disattach myself from all the gadgets and just be a happy go lucky traveller for a bit! And now I reckon I should keep up the practice – it’s infinitely better to get properly involved without simultaneously thinking about your various updates!

  • Reply
    Sally
    August 26, 2013 at 10:43 am

    It’s hard to take a connectivity hiatus without it being forced upon me, too. But it’s such a necessary key to mental health and remembering perspective. Question about the hammocks, did you get a million mosquito bites?

    • Reply
      Flora
      September 3, 2013 at 12:50 pm

      Amazingly no! Even though I was a tad worried, because the rest of the north of Colombia is a haven for bugs – but I think because we were so high up and the air was cool enough, they left us alone.

      Although I’m also seriously lucky with mosquitos: they usually avoid me, and if I get bit I don’t really feel the itch. Probably quite a good thing, because otherwise there’d be a lot of articles about my insect dramas throughout South America!

      • Reply
        Sally
        December 5, 2013 at 4:45 am

        Haha I envy that. I’m a common and prime target, apparently!

        • Reply
          Flora
          December 19, 2013 at 4:24 pm

          It’s slightly terrifying that I could only disconnect when I was forced to, though..!

  • Reply
    TammyOnTheMove
    September 3, 2013 at 5:15 am

    Wow, this place looks soooo stunning. I may be going to Colombia next year, so if I do I will definitely check it out. I am the same when it comes to social media and photography. Just been to a remote island in Cambodia. No electricity (except for a few hours at night), no wifi, but pure bliss and relaxation actually. Sometimes it is good to take a break from wifi, facebook and blogging.

    • Reply
      Flora
      September 3, 2013 at 12:52 pm

      Very true Tammy, although I’m still amazed how little self control I have, and ultimately need a situation like this one to stop me from using the internet!

      I hope you get to Colombia though, the country is utterly amazing. Let me know if you’d like any tips!

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