Barichara is hot! That’s what I was warned of prior to my arrival. Hot and sleepy!
There’s nothing to do there man, and it’s just so hot you don’t want to move; you just lie there in a hammock and think to yourself, man it is hot – is the way one Bogotá resident described it to me.
I can confirm that Barichara is indeed hot. And it is certainly sleepy. And it’s true there isn’t a great deal to do there. But Barichara is so charming you don’t need any activities to keep you entertained while you are in town. It’s enough just to be in Barichara.
Just lie in a hammock. Gaze out over the terracotta tiled roofs. Read a book. Relax.
Catedral Inmaculada Concepción, Barichara
Catedral Inmaculada Concepción, like much of Barichara, is made of a distinctive brown sandstone sourced from local quarries. You wouldn’t ordinarily think of brown rock as an attractive building material, but the brown sandstone of Barichara manages to pull it off.
Saying there is nothing to do in Barichara isn’t strictly true either. There is a sculpture park – el Parque de las Artes – and there are a number of pretty churches and public parks.
But really you come to Barichara just to soak up the atmosphere, to admire the colonial architecture, and to wander the narrow streets.
El Camino Real
Walk a few blocks to the edge of town (just follow Carrera 7 till you pass Barichara Cemetery) and suddenly the ground drops away, offering spectacular views of the surrounding countryside.
Continue along the cliffline to the beginning of el Camino Real, a ten kilometre long trail that leads to the town of Guane in the valley below. The path follows a historic trail used by indigenous groups – known as the Guane – in pre-Columbian times.
Tackling el Camino Real in the middle of the day is thirsty work. Make sure you carry plenty of water.
Thought Barichara was sleepy? Well Guane takes sleepy to a whole new level. Times slows as soon as you set foot in town. The air becomes thick and soupy. Sit in the main square for awhile and realise your perception of time is that of a big-city-dweller. The most common pastime in the main square – at least in the middle of the day – is sleeping.
There’s a semi-regular bus that runs back to Barichara, saving you a gruelling uphill slog.
Fat-bottomed ants, sold as hormigas, are a local delicacy. The ants are fried and salted. You buy them in packs of twenty or so. They make a good beer snack, although the fibrous exoskeleton might not be to everyone’s liking.
Barichara isn’t the easiest place to access. Basically you need to make your way to San Gil – which might mean a combination of buses on its own. Once you are in San Gil, you’ll have to catch a taxi from the intercity bus terminal to a local terminal, from where you can board a minibus that’ll transport you the remaining 22 kilometres to town.