Travel is a lot of things—exciting, scary, life changing—but sometimes it can be downright awkward. Who hasn’t had a conversation with a stranger that gets lost in translation? Or accidentally ordered something unpalatable in a restaurant? One time, I got butt naked at a Japanese onsen (that’s a hot spring to the uninitiated) only to discover that I’d walked into the men’s section by mistake. So when I was asked to submerge myself in a crowded pool of thick, volcanic mud in Cartagena, Colombia, a few weeks ago…well, I didn’t think twice about doing it. That thrill of awkwardness—being far outside of your comfort zone—is part of the reason you travel, isn’t it? Let the most adventurous, spontaneous, fun version of yourself kick in.
How did I end up there, exactly? It was all part of our recent Women Who Travel trip to Colombia, a nine-day adventure through Cartagena and Medellín with 12 intrepid women. We learned to dance champeta alongside the pros; ate piping hot arepa de huevos, fresh out of streetside deep fryers; walked around the rainbow-colored streets of Guatapé; and stayed up late drinking too much aguardiente under the palm trees. But before all of that—before the bonding and inside jokes that come with group travel—we took a mud bath together.
We’d known each other less than 24 hours when we put on our swimsuits and ascended the steep, uneven steps that lead you to the top of El Totumo, an active mud volcano an hour’s drive outside of Cartagena. The mud is thought to have healing properties by locals, but all I could think about as I lowered myself down into the abyss was that I had no idea if I’d be able to touch the bottom. (I couldn’t.) It was, in no uncertain terms, chaos in the mud pool. Swimming was virtually impossible. Mud splashed in our eyes. A woman from New Jersey may or may not have been having a panic attack. But each time one of us floated on our backs, or tried to pose for a photo, we’d shriek with laughter. It was weird. Unpredictable. Hilarious. And, like all of the best travel moments, it brought us closer together.
On the way back up the mud-covered ladder I slipped and lost my footing, and for one split second I feared I’d be lost to the mud bath forever. Another unfortunate tourist relegated to brief, Internet stardom. But I needn’t have worried, of course—my new friends were already there to catch me.