1/02/2013 Anserma (1900m) to Cartago (400m)
D102, T4.75 (7), Av21, Max70, TOT 10622,334
Waking up, still with this niggling little throat cold, things were organised. More gear was unloaded, a book, excess line and some unused items from my toilet bag.
The room was a classic, all timber, 4 beds, a view across the square, and ever so homely, though once again up stairs. The hosts are always helpful in this situation.
Outside was basically within the clouds, wet and misty, a short stroll across the square saw me enjoy a huge black coffee, scrambled eggs, cheese and beans.
A big downhill run was on today, no sooner than the town centre was departed, a tidy 14k run downhill was enjoyed, doing so in the rain was a pleasure. This pleasure was heightened with addition of cool temperatures
The road, however was treacherous, from a slipperiness point of view. On one corner a guy with a fruit stall was waving his arm vertically outside his stall to warn drivers to slow down. People thought there was an accident ahead. In slowing down they themselves were skidding, nothing was said. Oil had been released onto the road at this point.
Some delicious mandarins were enjoyed as was a good chat about farming here in Colombia compared to Australia.
Good time was being made, the road on from the downhill run was fairly flat. A decision was made to go to Cartago. Along the way some of the best pineapples were enjoyed, roadside. Meeting some guys just out for a ride, one of them rode with me to La Victoria. He was looking for work but said most work was in the big cities, heard that before. It was enjoyable having company.
It amazes me the variety of stalls selling fruit on the roadside, it is all from farms nearby. The pineapples are to die for, not literally!! The more enterprising holders will offer the fruit they sell as a juice.
Where ever I pull up for fruit it is great chatting with people, two nurses were at one stall just outside Cartago. They were most amusing and informative.
Arriving in Cartago, relieved to find a ground level room. Things were unpacked, the bod spruced up and off I went to town. Like all towns visited so far, it was vibrant and as usual people were on the streets in their chairs, relaxing with family and friends.
A browse around, a chat with a couple of cops about the scene here and a great meal saw me retreat to the room and watch a bit of tele, whilst outside it was pouring.
D102, T4.75 (7), Av21, Max70, TOT 10622,334
Waking up, still with this niggling little throat cold, things were organised. More gear was unloaded, a book, excess line and some unused items from my toilet bag.
The room was a classic, all timber, 4 beds, a view across the square, and ever so homely, though once again up stairs. The hosts are always helpful in this situation.
Outside was basically within the clouds, wet and misty, a short stroll across the square saw me enjoy a huge black coffee, scrambled eggs, cheese and beans.
A big downhill run was on today, no sooner than the town centre was departed, a tidy 14k run downhill was enjoyed, doing so in the rain was a pleasure. This pleasure was heightened with addition of cool temperatures
The road, however was treacherous, from a slipperiness point of view. On one corner a guy with a fruit stall was waving his arm vertically outside his stall to warn drivers to slow down. People thought there was an accident ahead. In slowing down they themselves were skidding, nothing was said. Oil had been released onto the road at this point.
Some delicious mandarins were enjoyed as was a good chat about farming here in Colombia compared to Australia.
Good time was being made, the road on from the downhill run was fairly flat. A decision was made to go to Cartago. Along the way some of the best pineapples were enjoyed, roadside. Meeting some guys just out for a ride, one of them rode with me to La Victoria. He was looking for work but said most work was in the big cities, heard that before. It was enjoyable having company.
It amazes me the variety of stalls selling fruit on the roadside, it is all from farms nearby. The pineapples are to die for, not literally!! The more enterprising holders will offer the fruit they sell as a juice.
Where ever I pull up for fruit it is great chatting with people, two nurses were at one stall just outside Cartago. They were most amusing and informative.
Arriving in Cartago, relieved to find a ground level room. Things were unpacked, the bod spruced up and off I went to town. Like all towns visited so far, it was vibrant and as usual people were on the streets in their chairs, relaxing with family and friends.
A browse around, a chat with a couple of cops about the scene here and a great meal saw me retreat to the room and watch a bit of tele, whilst outside it was pouring.
Unloading river sand near La Victoria, on the river Cauca
Hills and mountains make up most vistas.
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A few guys out for a ride, the guy on the left is out for a long one. Pineapple farms abounded nearby.
Leaving Anserma, not pedal was moved for almost 14km
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