Saturday, November 16, 2019

A view from the top: hiking up to Monserrate

Looking from Monserrate to Guadelupe
The sun was shining through the window when I opened the shutters to the narrow enclosed balcony running alongside the first floor of our Sayta Hostal, promising clear views for our planned hike up Monserrate Hill.

We were on our way by a quarter past ten, along the now already somewhat familiar little streets to a bigger tree-lined thoroughfare that we followed uphill for about twenty minutes. Traffic was heavy along that road, and, despite what I wrote yesterday, pollution was still noticeable. Thank goodness we didn't have to deal with this all the way up. We eventually reached the parking lot that marks the start of the stairs. There are easier ways to reach the top, no doubt: a cable car and a funicular are the other options. But it is, after all, not only about reaching the destination, it is about the way.

Monserrate Hill and its counterpart, Guadelupe, were sacred to the indigenous Muisca already long before the Spanish arrived. The latter tore down the temples and built churches in their stead. The strenuous walk to reach either has been done as a pilgrimage from those days on.
 
We passed through a gate manned by a soldier, as in many public places there for security reasons; we would encounter more at different stations along the trail. People of all ages were on the way either up or down, and small stands with refreshments, from water to ice cream, bananas to pineapple and watermelon, baked goods, chocolate, candy, but also beer, empanadas and grilled meats made good business from the crowd. Right at the beginning of the trail an old man with a scale tried to attract attention: for a small fee you'd be weighed, given a slip of paper with the amount and, supposedly, could check if you had lost any weight by the time you passed him again after the hike. When we passed the spot again on the way down he was gone, however. Tough luck for those who had hoped to find out if the pilgrimage had any side benefits.


The sun was hiding behind clouds for much of the way up, thankfully; it was hard enough to walk without heat adding to the strain. The stairs consisted of mostly long steps built from rocks; each one required at least two steps, sometimes three. Lush vegetation lined the trail on both sides, flowers in shades of red, pink, purple and yellow attracting butterflies and birds. The air was fragrant here, exhaust fumes long forgotten. I thought I heard the familiar twitter of hummingbirds a few times, and finally I saw a beautiful green metallic one darting from flower to flower.


I had to stop often to catch my breath and was soon drenched in sweat, but I was by far not the only one. The altitude gain on the hike is 465m over the course of about 2.5 km, and by the time we reached the church we were at 3,152m above sea level. I was surprised how many small children, looking no older than maybe three or four, walked up with parents or grandparents. There were runners in sports gear hastening up or sprinting down, old people who were obviously not well off, judging by their footwear that, in some cases, was in tatters, groups of young people engaged in lively conversation, some with music playing on phones to make walking more pleasant. Near the top an old man was pulling himself up step by step on the railing, determined to make it. And then, just when it seemed it would never end, the stairs turned into a walkway with only a slight incline for a bit before commencing for one last push: we had reached the destination. The view from the top was indeed stunning: much of Bogotá was spread out in the valley below, and after some searching we found Plaza Simon Bolívar and the cathedral. In the distance clouds were rising from the mountains. The sun had come out again, and the church gleamed pure white.


Loads of people were milling around in front of it, crowds spilling down towards restaurants and souvenir shops we chose to avoid. Many had come up via the cable car or funicular, no doubt, but I'm still amazed how many of them walked. We had a look at the church, surprised how plain it was compared to other catholic churches we had seen in South America. The only more elaborate part was a gilded side altar that featured a black madonna and child, quite beautiful. Maybe the relative plainness was due to the fact that this was a pilgrimage church?




The way down took us less than the two hours we had needed for the way up, but was hard on the knees, of course. Yet it was great to be there, the city with all its noise far below, to share the way with so many others who had come for so many different reasons.

We stopped at Candelaria, the same restaurant where we ate yesterday, recommeded by our hostel manager John as a place where the locals eat (he was right – not a single foreigner in the rather big place), and enjoyed the cold beer as much as the Arroz mixto, rice mixed with chicken and vegetables. The siesta that followed was much needed as well. I wonder how our bodies will feel tomorrow ...

It will be a slower day, however, so we should be able to recover. We have booked a room in Zipaquirá, a smaller city about 50km to the north of Bogotá, famous for its salt mines and a salt cathedral. Tomorrow morning we plan to visit the Museo del Oro after breakfast and then make our way to Zipaquirá by bus sometime in the afternoon.

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