The remote archipelago of Tierra del Fuego, 14,000 kilometres from Europe off the tip of the South American mainland features the world’s southernmost airport and city, Ushuaia. It has thus every right to be considered el fin del mundo, the end of the world.
I have slept in water towers, gunpowder factories, chateaus, and tree houses, but a monastery had been missing on my hotel bucket list so far. There are several former monasteries-cum-hotels, but probably only one can call itself a legend: Bienvenue au Sofitel Legend Santa Clara in Cartagena de Indias, Colombia.
Thmpp! It’s hard to describe the sound of a perfectly ripe mango falling from a tree into the sand. Thmpp! There it is again. It’s the sound I have been waking up to for the past week here at La Tortuga Verde, a hotel-cum-turtle sanctuary on El Salvador’s Intipuca beach.
Joost Wilms is not a small man. He also does not look like a tapir. Still that’s the nickname the Colombian Andoke tribe gave him while living among them in the Amazon during a research stint on the endangered mammals: Dantica, Little Tapir. He carries the name with pride and when he opened his intimate lodge nestled high in the Costa Rican mountains, he named it just that: Dantica.