2/4/2013 Salinas to Posorja
D127, T6.5, Av18.5, Max 54, Tot 12404, 2262
Fine and hot, no wind
My motel had been a bit of luxury, though move on I had to. The cool morning air made riding a pleasure.
Once out of Salinas the road became a four lane, separated highway. It was easy but monotonous riding, a huge shoulder was present, though so was a lot of debris from vehicle and broken glass within its confines.
Avoiding this, still left other road users plenty of room.
Small hills made for time when pedaling was not always required.
I kept going till the turn off to Playas.
The plan was to see if I could get a fishing boat across the bay from Posorja to Puerto Balao. Asking along the way it appeared it could be done. Not really wanting to ride up to and around Guayaquil, this would be a real bonus if it could be done.
Getting to Playas, a few more fisherman on the beach were asked, get yourself down to Posorja, they said. They reckoned someone would take me.
By now it was 1500hrs, it had been easy riding so, the next 16km would be no problems.
All along this road which was very basic and rough, there were new developments in progress or trying to sell of the plan.
Much of it was a sad state of affairs, unfinished and some gated communities with a central narrow road and common wall units for lack of a better word, lining the road.
The road to Posorja was a pothole dodging affair.
Finally getting into town, a panadería was found and chocolate infused bread was enjoyed as were a few cokes.
The town has a mud flat exposed at low tide, with dozens of small fishing boats resting in the mud at low tide. A wharf some distance away had some large fishing vessels tied alongside.
The town, like many had paved streets, not ancient by any means, though with time and underground service works they are bloody rough in some places.
No tourists were about, that I could see.
From here, a few more fishermen were asked about the passage across the bay, it wasn’t sounding good.
Anyway, a room in the Don Pepe hostel was found. I got cleaned up, had a couple beers and wandered about the foreshore. It had been a big day.
It was good to get some decent distances clocked before the climb to Cuenca.
I was not looking forward to backtracking some 40km to get back on the road to Guayaquil, let alone ride through this big commercial city.
What will be will be, I went to sleep only thinking about the boat trip
D127, T6.5, Av18.5, Max 54, Tot 12404, 2262
Fine and hot, no wind
My motel had been a bit of luxury, though move on I had to. The cool morning air made riding a pleasure.
Once out of Salinas the road became a four lane, separated highway. It was easy but monotonous riding, a huge shoulder was present, though so was a lot of debris from vehicle and broken glass within its confines.
Avoiding this, still left other road users plenty of room.
Small hills made for time when pedaling was not always required.
I kept going till the turn off to Playas.
The plan was to see if I could get a fishing boat across the bay from Posorja to Puerto Balao. Asking along the way it appeared it could be done. Not really wanting to ride up to and around Guayaquil, this would be a real bonus if it could be done.
Getting to Playas, a few more fisherman on the beach were asked, get yourself down to Posorja, they said. They reckoned someone would take me.
By now it was 1500hrs, it had been easy riding so, the next 16km would be no problems.
All along this road which was very basic and rough, there were new developments in progress or trying to sell of the plan.
Much of it was a sad state of affairs, unfinished and some gated communities with a central narrow road and common wall units for lack of a better word, lining the road.
The road to Posorja was a pothole dodging affair.
Finally getting into town, a panadería was found and chocolate infused bread was enjoyed as were a few cokes.
The town has a mud flat exposed at low tide, with dozens of small fishing boats resting in the mud at low tide. A wharf some distance away had some large fishing vessels tied alongside.
The town, like many had paved streets, not ancient by any means, though with time and underground service works they are bloody rough in some places.
No tourists were about, that I could see.
From here, a few more fishermen were asked about the passage across the bay, it wasn’t sounding good.
Anyway, a room in the Don Pepe hostel was found. I got cleaned up, had a couple beers and wandered about the foreshore. It had been a big day.
It was good to get some decent distances clocked before the climb to Cuenca.
I was not looking forward to backtracking some 40km to get back on the road to Guayaquil, let alone ride through this big commercial city.
What will be will be, I went to sleep only thinking about the boat trip
Leaving Salinas,having to backtrack to Santa Elena
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The kind of development proposed along the shore on the road from Playas to Posorja
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