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Goodbye Ecuador, hello Peru and proper mountains!

Goodbye Ecuador, hello Peru and proper mountains!

Hola blogistas. Yep we’re still alive: some of you were worried at the lack of updates so here you go.

As you might have guessed from the title, we’re now in the land of marmalade eating bears and real mountains. Apparently, so said an Ecuadorian, Peru has proper mountains which implies that Ecuador and Colombia don’t, that we just imagined pedalling glacially up all those bloody huge hills and well, we probably don’t want to think about what’s to come.

In our last instalment we were just about to set off to circumnavigate Volcan Chimborazo, an inactive strato-volcano; the highest mountain in Ecuador (6263m) and also the highest in the world! Really! it’s true! According to the Ecuadorians, and probably a geologist or two, Chimborazo sits on the equatorial bulge which makes its summit the furtherest point on the Earth’s surface from the Earth’s centre and therefore, the highest mountain in the world. So there!

After leaving Latacunga, we made it 40km down the road to Ambato where we had to abandon the cycling due to us both feeling a bit off. After a day slothing in an hotel room (we call it recovering), the road from Ambato at 2500m, wound gently up through a gorge to 4000m into more landscape reminiscent of the Scottish highlands where we ran out of steam and semi-wild camped in a field after asking the farmer and giving him a $2 donation.

Could be Scotland or the Lakes except for the 4000m altitude.
Our portable hotel ready for occupation.

The next morning saw Chimborazo revealed through the clouds as we cycled onwards and upwards towards it and its Vicuna peppered national park.

Chimborazo drawing us ever closer.
Getting closer with Michelle cycling away as she thinks it makes a better photo…!
Vicunas
The Vicuna is a relative of the llama. Vicuñas produce small amounts of extremely fine wool, which is very expensive because the animal can only be shorn every three years, and has to be caught from the wild. When knitted together, the product of the vicuña’s wool is very soft and warm. The Inca valued vicuñas highly for their wool, and it was against the law for anyone but royalty to wear vicuña garments; today the vicuña is the national animal of Peru and appears in the Peruvian coat of arms. They have cute babies too!

Eventually we reached the official park entrance at 4350m. Whilst we were recovering and debating whether or not to try and cycle up the 8km dirt road to the Refugio and its campsite at 4880m, a local offered to take us and the bikes up ( for a small fee of course ) in the back of his truck. Feeling a bit apprehensive about the idea of camping at almost 5000m ( hey, what’s the worst that can happen? Death by hypothermia!?), we accepted his offer.

GPS altimeter seems to be a little bit out.
The camping area was another 20m or so higher than the Refugio. Had to recover a bit of breath after pushing the loaded bikes up.
Altitude. What altitude! He’s a hero.
Ice-encrusted tent in the morning with down-encrusted occupant reluctant to leave it. Thankfully, our sleeping bags were excellent again.
Stunning views from even higher up. Michelle was the hero with the camera, energy and lungs to climb further up the mountain!
Andean fox.

The following morning we cycled ( freewheeled 🙂 ) 50km downhill to Riobamba where we caught a bus to Loja in the South of Ecuador in order to save time and press on to Peru as our time left is dwindling.

From Loja we cycled to Vilcabamba, a weird little town colloquially known as Gringocabamba due to its population of white, 40 to 60 something Americans. Fortunately, just outside the town is Rumi Wilco ( https://www.rumiwilco.com ) a private 40ha eco-lodge and nature reserve that forms a part of the buffer zone of one of the world’s most biodiverse areas (Podocarpus National Park).

We spent a couple of days here camped in the forest by the river; walking the trails and generally enjoying its peace and tranquility.

Vilcabamba. The sign says: The only place in the world where it’s possible to give more years to life and more life to years! It is a common destination for tourists, in part because it is widely believed that its inhabitants grow to a very old age. Locals assert that it is not uncommon to see a person reach 100 years of age and it is claimed that many have gotten to 120, even up to 135, which would make it an area with the oldest inhabitants in the world. It is often called the Valley of Longevity.
Cycling out of Rumi Wilco on one of its trails.

A pitcher plant we think.
Colourful shield bug.
Don’t know what the plant is but the vibrant blue flower is lovely.
One of the several species of Orchid we saw in the reserve.
Spiky tree.
Awesome spider! Sorry for the shock all you arachnophobes! 🙂
More spider!
Wasp nest.
Transparent winged lacewing.
Camped in the forest.
Forest loo and shower!

The plan was to cycle the 150km from Vilcabamba to the quiet, non-tout, non-scammer occupied Peruvian border at La Balza however, after 20km and 850m of climbing, Steve ran out of steam so we decided to take a bus to Zumba, 117km up the road. We were glad we did. The road was extremely lumpy as in climbs of 800m+ followed by drops of the same and repeated many, many times! It might have taken us 4 days or more to do it as it’s unpaved for a large section.

After a night spent at the insect infested Hotel Emperador, we invested $20 in a private taxi to the remote border crossing shacks at La Balza rather than wait until mid afternoon for the $2.50 “Ranchero” bus/truck Ranchero bus.

On a roll with non cycling transport we then took a taxi the 47km to San Ignacio where we’re ensconced in the best hotel in town ($20 a night for a very nice double room! ) prior to heading off on the bikes tomorrow to Chachapoyas region and the monumental ruins of Kuelap, a C6th walled city that is apparently almost as good as Machu Picchu but without the hordes of tourists due to its location well off the beaten track.

The Ecuador/Peru border “town” of La Balza.
Steve cycling over the bridge and international border to Peru’s La Balza. When he went to the customs office, the official said he was going to lunch and sent Steve to the office to get his passport stamped. i.e. no customs!
Huge butterfly on the wall of an army post on the way to the border.
Butterfly detail. Amazing!

Ecuador has been interesting and fascinating but our 4 weeks there didn’t seem long enough to give us a proper feel for the country or its peoples but such are the constraints of travelling with time limits.

We only have a similar amount of time here in Peru so we may come away from here feeling a bit dissatisfied too! We’ll have to see.

Our first impressions of Peru have been good. Friendly, laid back people. It definitely appears to be much cheaper than Ecuador. We had a successful introduction to Peruvian beer but our first Peruvian meal was a bit of a failure! We thought the explanation of the meal might have been “Carne seco” dry meat, and what we got was literally dry meat – strips of meat, tougher than biltong served with a pile of fried banana strips – probably more akin to old boot leather. Notes taken to avoid in future!

Peruvian beer in our posh hotel.
Not exactly an inspiring meal!
He’s really enjoying his sole of boot….

Hasta luego for now!

Ciclistas, Cotopaxi and more bloody cobbles!

Ciclistas, Cotopaxi and more bloody cobbles!

Hello.

We thought the we might be at the Casa de Ciclistas for two or three days but broken bicycle and mechanic work load meant we were there camping in the garden for 6 days!

The Casa de Ciclistas, just outside Quito, is a rambling old hacienda-style house with an orchard, run by friendly Ecuadorian bike mechanic Santiago and his family. They have been providing hospitality for cycle-tourists for the last 25 years! We were keen to stop by as it was an opportunity to meet other cyclists, hear their stories and pick their brains about route ideas.

As it happens, Steve’s rear hub had a serious mechanical issue necessitating an emergency 15km cab ride ( both bikes sticking out of the boot! ) to the Casa. Steve’s mechanical issue required a new hub ( it had done 18000km and the Colombian/Ecuadorian roads just finished it off.. ) and the wheel to be re-built. A visit to the “Casa” was a timely event. Apart from getting the bike fixed, we met some great characters, went to a party and visited Quito.

The “Bunker” a dim, concrete cellar where the ciclistas keep their bikes, cook their food, talk about all things cycling and draw or write messages on the wall.
Santiago A.K.A The Godfather of cyclists in Ecuador, busy at work.
Michelle wanted to clean her bike. Santiago insisted that she virtually strip the whole bike and do a proper job! Steve decided not to get involved with any cleaning.
A creatively painted bike owned by Pancho, one of the Argentinians’.
Another bike with a creative pannier solution.
Benoit, a French cyclist chilling with Atti, one of the Casa hounds.
Jaime, an Argentinian cyclist working on his bike.
Jaime and Letty from Belgium in the bunker!
Pancho, bike mechanicing.
Group departure photo for a couple of French cyclists.
Leajandro, yet another Argentinian cyclist enjoying himself at the party. He also makes great pizza!
Danny and Ana, Santiago’s daughter after several shots of a potent sugar-cane derived spirit.
Gabi, another Argentinian cyclist and great character. He’d been there two months working as Santiago’s assistant to earn himself the bits to build a new bike with which to continue his journey.
Steve making friends with Atti. He likes cats really but can’t say no to the odd friendly dog! Don’t tell Ziggy!

So, after 6 lovely restful days we wrenched ourselves away from the Casa and continued our journey south with Cotopaxi national park as our next destination at the end of yet another vertically steep cobbled ( what is it with the Ecuadorians and bloody cobbles?! ) Ecuadorian road.

Cotopaxi volcano. 6000m high and normally shrouded in cloud but revealed especially just for us.
Bikes propped up next to one of the many huge rocks ejected by the volcano. Wouldn’t want to be in the vicinity when they were raining down!
Back on the road again. A happy cyclist with a cloud covered Cotopaxi in the background.
Another view of the majestic Cotopaxi.

We thought the landscape looked a bit like Scotland ( mist, cloud, rain and big empty beautiful landscapes ) except for the 6000m volcano obviously!

We’re now in Latacunga planning to get up close and personal with Volcan Chimborazo by cycling around it and up and over a couple of 4000m + passes.

Hello Ecuador!

Hello Ecuador!


The 8 weeks we spent in Colombia exceeded our expectations. When we arrived we had many trepidations lurking in our heads but the subject of remote roads with bandits, revolutionaries and heavily armed coke merchants all wanting a piece of freshly arrived gringo seemed to pop up more often then others.

All our worries were for nothing! No-one tried to rob, kill, kidnap or rip us off and at no time did we ever not feel safe. The Colombians are the nicest, friendliest, most welcoming, enthusiastic and easy going people ever. The country is brimming with cultural and natural beauty and is definitely worth a visit.

Ecuador. A new country.

Tiny Ecuadorian women in traditional dress tilling the fields; tiny dirt roads winding through vast vistas of Frailejones set in an astounding surreal landscape surrounded by huge mountains and volcanoes towering over two insignificant cyclists; strange money called dollars, steep, steep cobbled roads, and a million other new things.

Hello Ecuador!
Turn left when you see that mad dwarf with a rifle.

So, our first destination was the Paramo del Angel, a high altitude reserve with vast swathes of frailejones. Several blogs tried to give instructions on finding the start of the road with most saying to look for the mad dwarf statue above and to take the road fork nearby.

The Yorkshire dales with extra mountains.

The first part of the climb passing up through some local farms, felt a bit like the Yorkshire dales except for the diabolical dirt road and 5000m volcanoes looming in the background!

We soon left the farms behind and climbed up into the paramo with it’s beautiful landscape of frailejones and other paramo specialised plants. and no sign of habitation. Very peaceful. We saw just one vehicle all day. It was a nice gentle gradient too taking us up to 3800 metres to camp at a Refugio. Our sleeping bags did us proud.

And they said the roads would be better here.
The National Geographic map says this is a paved main road….

Our map says that the road through the Paramo is a paved main road; the reality is somewhat different! However, we had done our research and knew that there was no tarmac involved.

The road wasn’t all bad. What a place!
Textures
Spikes.
Frailejones – strange plants with leaves that are as soft as a cat to stroke.

 

The photo’s can’t really do this justice.
Just….

Getting ready for dinner at 3700m
Someone was a bit reluctant to leave his down coccoon.

Our 2nd day of cycling in Ecuador introduced us to two new Ecuadorian  cycling challenges. Cobbled roads and steep gradients beyond belief. And we thought Colombia was vertiginous. Clearly it was just a warm up! Cobbles and steep climbs means 70 km is well adequate for the day and sometimes 30 is more than enough. Passing through some small villages we were beginning to get a feel for Ecuador. Weird town statues, diminutive women in traditional clothing of embroided white blouses and elaborate necklaces and other jewellery, public toilets, election campaigning, (elections were last Sunday) advertising for shaman’s and all the time, these enormous volcanoes and mountains towering massively in the background, appearing and disappearing amongst cloud and giving us glimpses of snow glinting way up above our paltry 2700m.

The Ecuadorians seem to like their statues no matter what the subject!

Otavalo and its Saturday market has been on the tourist circuit for decades as a place to buy traditional textiles and weaving. The idea of tourist hordes tends to make us cycle screaming in the opposite direction so we decided to stay in an interesting hostel in a village on the outskirts. It was in a lovely natural setting and had real indigenous vibe with beautiful weavings decorating the rooms and the exciting opportunity to try ceremonies like hot stones and mescaline!

 

A little dome in the grounds of our hostel where one can go to do mescaline….
Inside the mescaline dome.
Hostel art
More possibly mescaline related weird hostel art.
More hostel art
Impending election.
A little cute encounter.
Looks like Ecuador will stun us with it’s wildlife too.
More electioneering.
Weaving with a heavy barrow of weaving.
Otavalo textile.
More Otavalo textile

Our choice of destination after Otavalo was a bit of a mistake in terms of the effort required both arriving and leaving! A cobbled climb on the steepest road yet, led us to Lagunas del Mojanda at 3800 metres, a couple of serene lakes set in a volcanic crater. Several blogs mentioned the Lagunas as well worth a visit. Clearly they are the blogs of super cyclists whose league is well beyond us and who are extremely skilled at omitting crucial information about the route or are simply just too embarrassed to admit they nearly died too. The lakes and their volcanic setting were beautiful  and yet again, the rain-god decided it couldn’t be bothered ( we seem to be doing quite well on the rain front ) but the climb of 1200metres over 12km on cobbles was pretty tough. Our total distance that day was 24km! We put up the tent and died. Later on, the clouds cleared to leave a clear, light pollution-free night sky, filling the crater’s roof with a stupendous display of stars.

Los Lagos de Mojanda
Los Lagos de Mojanda
Free campsite at Los Lagos de Mojanda
Lagos de Mojanda

The next morning we discovered further aspects of why our trip to the lakes was a bit of a mistake. The climb up out of the crater side was literally impossible for us to cycle. We climbed 330 metres in 2.5 km to just over 4000m on a typically vertically steep Ecuadorian dirt road. We pretty much pushed the whole way – not exactly what you want at any time let alone first thing in the morning! The 15km descent on the other side was an equally horrible experience just slightly mitigated by the relief that we weren’t coming the other way.

Us with Valentin, the owner of a friendly family campsite virtually on the equator.

Our first week in Ecuador has been fun, interesting and challenging. We’ve crossed the equator, learnt about cobblestones, why the pre-columbians didn’t invent the wheel and adapted our bodies to more fried food.

Corny equator pose.

We’re now ensconced in the “Casa de Ciclastas” , just outside Quito, a sort of house with free camping for cycle-tourists run by Santiago, an extremely generous Ecuadorian cyclist and bike mechanic. We plan to stay here for a few days as we have to fix Steve’s broken back wheel again, ( this time the roads have broken the axle or the hub – we don’t exactly know yet ) do the usual shopping, laundry, ATM duties, etc. and visit the historic old centre of Quito for a quick dose of tourist.

Ps. Have cycled just over 1800 kms so far. Hope to do another 1000km before the end of the trip!