31/1/2013 Riosucio (1783m) to Anserma (1900m)
D34, T2.25, Av 14, Max 53 Tot 10520, 234
Wet, and a bit chilly at speed, vis poor
Waking early, knowing a cold was with me and having rugged up in the luxury room for the night. The idea was to try and nail it. It was caught on the road from La Pintada to Supia.
It was still hanging in my throat in the morning.
Breakfast was had about 0600 across the road. There’s always someone to chat to in these places. Moderate rain was falling. At least the temp was very pleasant.
There was no point putting on my raincoat as perspiration would have cancelled out its abilty to keep me dry. It was stowed so as to be accessible should it cool down .
For 10k it was uphill but nothing to serious, though walk I did.
They are presently running a gas line down the edge of the road, digging up the gutter, a rear crew is reconcreting this. Consequently there were occasional road blocks.
Stopping at Vereba la Ceiba, nothing but a comedor, amid morning snack was had, sopa de papa y cafe con rez. Sitting next to two others guys. We had a great chat about the local horticulture and the road all the way to the border. Daniel, a hort rep, unknowingly to me, paid for my meal as he left. Getting his number off the lady running the comedor, a text was sent to thank him.
On many of the hills were well managed Tamarillo plantations, (Tomate de árbole)
The country was now rich with all sorts of tree crops, though still very steep. Men were seen clearing the steep roadside with machetes. Doing a fine job I might add.
Visibility into the valleys was nil, steam was expelled with each breathe, Colombia truly has almost all climates, the one it doesn’t have is not conducive to growing things anyway.
My fitness is improving daily with a rhythm beginning to develop, though not hesitating to dismount and keep moving in a less rapid motion. In the lowest gear the old knees are drawing circles everso rapidly.
It was hoped to spend a night in Ansermo with Beatrices son on there farm, however he was uncontactable. A motel opposite the central park was chosen, again with stairs.
Arriving in town a roadside guy was selling Cerviche de Mango, a quick U turn was made and for 1000 pesos (50c) a brilliant way to service not quite ripe mango was enjoyed.
Try it, shredded mango, lemon juice, condensed milk, chilli sauce and honey.
Sorting through my gear, more weight is being shed, books, small spare parts, instructions sheets, spare cord and more could go. I carry a small camp stool, it’s great but not often used, time will tell. More clothing might also be parted with. A bit of body weight will most certainly invisibly leave the scene, I hope!!
An early night will be had to try and get rid of this cold. Not before eating four cloves of garlic.
The night was spent at the Imperial Hotel on the park, easy steps and 20000 pesos for the night.
D34, T2.25, Av 14, Max 53 Tot 10520, 234
Wet, and a bit chilly at speed, vis poor
Waking early, knowing a cold was with me and having rugged up in the luxury room for the night. The idea was to try and nail it. It was caught on the road from La Pintada to Supia.
It was still hanging in my throat in the morning.
Breakfast was had about 0600 across the road. There’s always someone to chat to in these places. Moderate rain was falling. At least the temp was very pleasant.
There was no point putting on my raincoat as perspiration would have cancelled out its abilty to keep me dry. It was stowed so as to be accessible should it cool down .
For 10k it was uphill but nothing to serious, though walk I did.
They are presently running a gas line down the edge of the road, digging up the gutter, a rear crew is reconcreting this. Consequently there were occasional road blocks.
Stopping at Vereba la Ceiba, nothing but a comedor, amid morning snack was had, sopa de papa y cafe con rez. Sitting next to two others guys. We had a great chat about the local horticulture and the road all the way to the border. Daniel, a hort rep, unknowingly to me, paid for my meal as he left. Getting his number off the lady running the comedor, a text was sent to thank him.
On many of the hills were well managed Tamarillo plantations, (Tomate de árbole)
The country was now rich with all sorts of tree crops, though still very steep. Men were seen clearing the steep roadside with machetes. Doing a fine job I might add.
Visibility into the valleys was nil, steam was expelled with each breathe, Colombia truly has almost all climates, the one it doesn’t have is not conducive to growing things anyway.
My fitness is improving daily with a rhythm beginning to develop, though not hesitating to dismount and keep moving in a less rapid motion. In the lowest gear the old knees are drawing circles everso rapidly.
It was hoped to spend a night in Ansermo with Beatrices son on there farm, however he was uncontactable. A motel opposite the central park was chosen, again with stairs.
Arriving in town a roadside guy was selling Cerviche de Mango, a quick U turn was made and for 1000 pesos (50c) a brilliant way to service not quite ripe mango was enjoyed.
Try it, shredded mango, lemon juice, condensed milk, chilli sauce and honey.
Sorting through my gear, more weight is being shed, books, small spare parts, instructions sheets, spare cord and more could go. I carry a small camp stool, it’s great but not often used, time will tell. More clothing might also be parted with. A bit of body weight will most certainly invisibly leave the scene, I hope!!
An early night will be had to try and get rid of this cold. Not before eating four cloves of garlic.
The night was spent at the Imperial Hotel on the park, easy steps and 20000 pesos for the night.