After a hellish bus ride from Bogota to El Cocuy, we hiked up to our starting point to el Pulpito del Diablo.
We knew we were losing daylight and might not make it to the top, and flagged down a driver to the top. Hitchhiking was pretty common in this small town where only half the farmers have vehicles. We shared our vehicle with several people, and an annoyed bull.
The farthest we made it was a small campground in front of a sheepherder's house. The sheepherder invited us in to his ramshackle home - made of frailejones, lit by candles, and he cooked us a deliciously filling simple meal over a mud stove.