I had been wanting to go to Ráquira ever since I saw it featured on one of Colombia‘s local tourism shows – and it didn’t disappoint. It’s a delightful town (I seem to be unable to avoid the use of corny words when I go to pueblos) bursting with colors and handicrafts and old Boyaco farmers decked out in mud-splattered boots and traditional ruanas.
There’s not a whole lot to do in town, except for the standard wandering, or “dando vueltas,” and serious handicraft shopping. Giant hammocks, funky jewelry, and arty pots and vases are just some of the souvenirs vying for your pesos here.
Shopping and Eating
If you plan to go shopping in Ráquira, remember – negotiation is the norm in Colombia. Always ask for a discount, especially if you’re buying more than one of an item.
Along with the traditional standard fare, there’s a pizzeria called Bambino’s located on the central park directly in front of the church. The owners are young, one of which studied as a chef in Buenos Aires. Aside from pizzas, you can order crepes, lasagna, and burritos. The vegetarian wraps are surprisingly good.
For breakfast, we headed to a bakery called Delicias pa Sumercé, packed full of tempting desserts and cookies, as well as fresh bread and almojabanas.
If you’re there on a Sunday, head to the farmer’s market just over the footbridge to snap photos of the biggest pumpkins I’ve ever seen.
How To Get There
There are a couple of ways to reach Ráquira. From Tunja, take a buseta outside of the terminal that will drop you off at Cuatro Esquinas for 5500 pesos. Next, wait for a taxi to pass and drive you the four kilometers into town.
You can also arrive via Chiquinquira, which will cost you 5000 pesos in taxi. From Chiquinquira back to Bogotá, the drive is about 2.5 hours and costs 15000 pesos.
Boyacá is home to some of my favorite pueblos in Colombia. Villa de Leyva is a short bus ride away, a town firmly rooted on the beaten path and much more touristy, though beautiful and worth the visit.
There’s also Mongui, my idea of perfection which I once described as the pueblo of my dreams.
The capital of Boyacá, Tunja, is almost city-sized, but also worth a couple of days if you have the time.
My trip was almost perfect until… the confrontation.
“Sir, sir! Please return my towels.”
We had just checked out of our hotel in Ráquira and had been souvenir shopping for Giovanny’s parents when the hotel’s administrator came running up to us, demanding that we return her stolen property.
Our initial reaction was one of confusion. Towels? What towels? Then the accusations started flying out of her mouth like the vomit from Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist.
As neither of us had ever been accused of stealing before, the situation took an ugly turn quickly. It ended with us dumping out our belongings on the floor to prove we hadn’t stolen the towels and a nasty exchange between the three of us.
As we walked away, I was shaking with rage. My body was overloaded from the toxicity that comes from such extreme amounts of anger, and I had to sit down to recuperate.
While I do my best to live by spiritual principles, I’m certainly not immune to getting caught up in the moment. I reflected on the encounter for a while and, after I had calmed down, decided two things.
1) I won’t let this woman tarnish my thoughts about the town, its residents, nor my trip overall.
2) During my next confrontation, I will try to practice more self-control and not lose my temper so quickly.
Have you experienced a confrontation in your travels? What would you have done differently?