You’ll drive your own beach cart along San Andrés’ coastal road, stopping wherever catches your eye—from local food stands to quiet beaches. With pickup from 8am and digital tips on where to eat or explore, you set your pace. Expect sticky mango fingers, salty air, laughter with locals—and that feeling of freedom you only get when you’re behind your own wheel by the sea.
You need a valid car license for gasoline buggies; electric TukTuks don’t require one.
The rental lasts 8 hours, starting from pickup between 8am-12pm and returning between 4:30pm-6pm.
All vehicles are collected and returned directly at their parking lot; no home delivery is included.
You get use of a modern beach cart (gas or electric), plus access to a digital guide for tourist sites and restaurants if requested.
Yes, infants can sit on an adult’s lap or ride in a pram or stroller inside the vehicle.
No; gasoline buggies must be returned with same fuel level as delivered. Electric TukTuks come charged for approx 45km range.
You are responsible for any damage caused during your rental period; a security deposit is required at pickup.
Your day includes picking up your chosen beach cart (gasoline buggy or electric TukTuk) from their authorized point starting at 8am, plus access to a digital guide with restaurant and sightseeing tips if you ask for it. All logistics—fuel checks or battery charge—are handled on-site before you set off around San Andrés island.
I’ll admit, I was a little nervous about driving a “mulita” around San Andrés at first—never thought I’d be behind the wheel of a buggy on an island where the air smells like salt and coconut sunscreen. But picking up the beach cart was easy enough (they handed me the keys right in their parking lot, no fuss), and suddenly it felt like we had this whole Caribbean ring road to ourselves. The road hugs the coast so close you can hear the waves slap rocks in some spots. Our first stop was a little roadside stand where two kids were selling fresh mango with lime—sticky fingers, but worth it.
The best part? No rush. We cruised past bright houses and palm trees that looked like they’d been painted by someone who loves green just a bit too much. Every so often we’d pull over—sometimes just because someone spotted a stretch of white sand or because our guide (well, more like the WhatsApp contact who sent us tips) messaged about a spot to try fire tables. I still laugh remembering how my friend tried to order in Spanish and ended up getting double what he wanted—nobody minded though, everyone’s patient here. The sun got heavy around midday and we just rolled down all the windows, letting that thick warm air roll in.
There’s something kind of freeing about looping San Andrés at your own pace. We stopped for fried fish at a place where locals sat in plastic chairs under blue tarps—no menu, just point and hope for the best. I kept thinking how small the island is (26 km² isn’t much), but somehow every corner felt different: reggae from one bar, then silence except for wind in another stretch. By late afternoon, sand clung to my legs and I didn’t care anymore about looking presentable when we returned the buggy.

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