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Month: December 2016

Roads that aren’t roads and now travelling slower than a legless tortoise….

Roads that aren’t roads and now travelling slower than a legless tortoise….

Dragged ourselves  away from Villa de Leyva and headed for San Gil via the backest of back roads.

Day 1 to Gambita was a mixture of stunning scenery, interesting flora and fauna, friendly police, torrential rain, rough roads and riding into town in the dark to a “swanky” hotel with out the swank i.e. no hot water!

 

 

Day 2 was something else! We literally travelled 20km in 26 hours! We’d had trouble getting the gps to route us on a road that we knew to exist – it didn’t take long to find out why the GPS had more brains than us.

The “road” was really just a boulder strewn track hardly suitable for horses let alone two exhausted gringos on bicycles; 900m of climbing, 450m of descent, two broken spokes and a buggered rear derailleur. This is really remote country. We saw a couple of local trucks early on ( got invited to go fishing! ) and that was it.

After 8 hours of slog and 16km covered, we came across a basic shelter with a couple of people outside (turned out that they were from a nearby Dhaoist community) who said we could camp by their shelter.

Day 3. Struggled along with broken bike on a really broken road. Mainly pushing covering 4km in 3.5 hours.

Eventually reached a better road where we hitched a lift in a truck with our hero Rodolfo and his mate who took us to San Gil where we made repairs.

Camped at the “community”.

 

Crossing foot-suspension bridge – new bridge not built, river too deep to ford.

Our hero Rodolfo coming to the rescue!

The expression says it all!

Still had great views from the truck!

Lazy de Leyva

Lazy de Leyva

Villa de Leyva was lovely. It’s vast main square (14,000 m² – one of the largest in the Americas) was a great place to hang out, people watch and listen to the buskers – nice benches thoughtfully placed around the edge for resting and drinking beer 🙂

Villa de Leyva main Square

Villa de Leyva lookout.

 

Spent 4 days camped in the grounds of the very relaxing Hostel Renacer. Had a very sociable Christmas meeting people from all parts of the world. This hostel is a stop for overland trucks and other vehicles.

We met an American working on rehabilitating child soldiers and a French guy working on water conservation schemes in Bolivia – made a nice change from talking to spotty teenage backpackers.  🙂

 

Leaving Bogota and travelling slower than a tortoise in peanut butter.

Leaving Bogota and travelling slower than a tortoise in peanut butter.

 

4 days for two experienced cycle-tourists to cycle 160km! Easy…. Are we fit? NO! Are we altitude adjusted? NO! Was it easy? hahahahahahah……

The first 65km literally took us all day, with steep climbs, wrong turns and no oxygen. Cycling out of cities on nasty busy roads always sucks however, this was especially polluted, especially busy and especially sucky. Our campsite for the night though was anything but. Our WarmShowers ( CouchSurfing for cycle tourists ) host Daniel runs his own tiny campsite and gave us a beautiful free spot for the night; it was just a shame that we were rubbish guests and too exhausted to do anything but collapse in the tent and pass out.

Free WarmShowers camping spot.

Our plan was to take the back roads to Villa de Lleyva. That means no tarmac and STEEP gradients……. at altitude, with regular 2600 metres to 3000 metre climbs. The good part is that we get to see amazing views and Colombian rural life and hardly encounter any vehicles except for one notable exception.

Our second night camping was another beautiful site; a campground by a rock climbers hang out. The new tent is proving to be excellent.

The notable exception to being on quiet roads was finding ourselves climbing up a steep gravel road between two towns between which coal trucks, multiple, multiple coal trucks were ferrying their load. Nightmare. Wheezing like steam trains anyway on account of the altitude and sucking in lung falls of coal dust. We were shattered at the next village.

Pushing…. And Steve never pushes.

Trucks, trucks and more trucks
Coal blackened and exhausted.

The next challenge was Steve waking up in the night with stomach related issues…..  The next morning the stomach and  Steve were worse. Faced with the choice of cycling sick on rough roads with big climbs or staying in a one horse town whose horse ran away, we decided to buy movement stopping drugs and cycle.

27 km later after 400+m of climbing and 800m of decent on a really diabolical road, we reached a village with taxis and more specifically, a taxi driver that agreed to put our bikes on his roof and drive us the last 20km to Villa de Leyva where steve crawled into the tent and tried not to die.

We’re now camped in the grounds of a lovely hostel where we plan to stay for the next few days with plans to head further north on Boxing Day.

And here’s a few more photos:

One of many great views.


Statue of a breast-feeding woman… Probably be banned in England.
Where 4 legs is better than 4 wheels?
Headless saint…
Plastic bottle xmas tree.

 

Chilling and exploring Bogota

Chilling and exploring Bogota

Went on a bicycle tour ( well, what did you expect? ) of the city with an excellent guide who gave us a broad overview of Colombian politics, history, art, architecture and culture combined with visits to fruit markets, coffee factories, street art spots and a game of Tejo that involves drinking beer whilst throwing heavy chunks of metal at a clay target that literally has explosives embedded in it. Points scored for hitting the target and explosions!

Tourist excursion up the mountain for spectacular night views of the city somewhat let down by an excess of very tacky illuminated festive/Christmas paraphernalia.

Excellent free visit to the Botero Art museum housing art by Dali, Miro, Picasso, Botero, Monet and Matisse to name but a few. Highly recommended if you make it to Bogota. Another excellent museum is the gold museum with a huge collection of pre-Columbian mainly gold artefacts. Astounding levels of craftsmanship and art, some of it produced more than a 1000 years ago.

We’ve also been busy researching our back country cycle tour of the Colombian highlands with the help of maps, local knowledge and google maps and street view. It is amazing what tiny dirt roads google seems to have got their car to drive along……… What a job.  A googled road…..

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

Llegado en Bogota! :)

Llegado en Bogota! :)

Knackered, shell-shocked and jet-lagged but here. Bikes in one piece. Everything that went on the plane came off it so all-in-all everything is currently hunky dory.

We considered cycling the 15km from the airport but couldn’t face it in the end….  Nice Taxi driver.

Initial impressions are- lots of street-art, friendly people and a big mountain right there overlooking the city with a cable car thingy and funicular railway going up to it.  We can see  it from our hostel window.

 

Stressed at the airport

Stressed at the airport

Travelling on planes with bikes is always very stressful. After thorough research Steve strongly feels that we should pack the bikes in clear plastic bike bags however our arrival at the airport invariably involves protracted discussion with airport staff about the suitability of our packaging. So here is a picture of Steve rigid with stress!  But we are sending this post from the PUB in the departures lounge having successfully put the bikes through the oversize baggage system and been assured that they will be carried by hand to the aircraft.  We can only hope.  For those cycle tourers amongst our friends other travel arrangements of note is that we pack all 8 panniers, tent, etc in two large bags  weighing 20 kilos each.  We’re so relieved to have checked in.  Fingers crossed for the bikes emerging unscathed at the other end. Time for another beer…..  ☺

Packing chaos….

Packing chaos….

Great night last night seeing friends old and new before we flee the dank greyness that is the British winter.

Test packing chaos is currently ensuing. So far our packed clothes are about 4kg each which isn’t too bad for 4 months away. Trying to get everything into 2 large bags for the plane. Wrestling with luxuries, electronics and camping gear now.

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