Medellin Zipline & Waterfall Trek: Private Adventure Tour

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What’s the experience like?

The morning air in Medellin was still cool when our guide pulled up outside my hotel—right on time, 8:30 sharp. The drive out to Salto del Buey took about an hour or so, winding through those green Antioquia hills. I remember the windows down, that faint earthy smell after last night’s rain, and the chatter from our guide about local legends. By the time we reached the adventure park, the sun had started to peek through the clouds. There’s this energy you feel as soon as you step out—maybe it’s just excitement, or maybe it’s that mountain air.

First up: ziplining. They strapped us in for a flight across a 700-meter line—the highest in Colombia, apparently. I’ll admit my hands were sweaty as I stepped onto the platform. But once you’re flying over that deep valley, with nothing but wind and birdsong in your ears, it’s hard not to grin like a kid. Our guide pointed out tiny coffee farms dotting the slopes below—easy to miss if you’re not looking.

The hike down to the base of Salto del Buey waterfall took about an hour. It’s not a paved path; expect some mud if it rained recently (my shoes still have a bit of it). The roar gets louder as you get closer—by the time we reached the bottom, mist was clinging to everything. They call it the Lenard effect here; honestly, I just felt recharged standing there with water droplets on my face and moss underfoot.

Lunch was simple but good—local beans and rice at a small café overlooking the valley (I think it was called Mirador de las Nubes). Coffee tasted different up there; maybe it’s just fresher or maybe it’s all in my head. Afterward, we made our way up to these hammocks strung high above ground—Hammocks in Heaven is what they call them. Lying back with your feet dangling over nothing but air and watching clouds drift by… well, that sticks with you.

We finished off with one more zipline ride before heading back toward Medellin around 3:30 pm. My legs were tired but happy—the kind of tired that means you actually did something worth remembering.