Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Colombian Coffee — thats why I came to this country



Bring on your big drip coffee, your puny Aero Press and your wimpy little Italian expresso machine and I give you this, with a real Colombian at the helm and locally grown beans that will hit you so hard that your eyes pop out on their stalks - now THAT is the way to start the day!!

I DARE you to call this guy a barista

On the road after a quick radiator fix and directions from my hostel hosts to take a beautiful back road on my way to Salento. 

Villa Maria to ChinChina


Alas the temperature gauge on my bike started climbing and I soon realized that the radiator fan was not coming on. As I knew the fan was working before the radiator repair I was fairly confident that it was just a wire that had not been connected during the reassembly. This proved to be the case but it took stripping the gas tank and radiator off the bike to get at this little sucker behind the radiator - a little frustrating but at least I could repair it myself.
I stopped next to a man who had restored two Willy’s Jeeps to their original and had therefor sale

Asking price U$ 90,000



Salento was a cute little town, even though very touristy.

Salento Main street



The hiking in this area is spectacular with the main trails going up the Valle de Cocoro which is famed for its tall wax palms - the national tree of Colombia. I did a 5 hour hike up the valley to the Casa de Colibri ( hummingbird house) which as you may guess had plenty of these amazing little birds entertaining the guests.

Wax Palms

Taking the milk to market

Foot bridge on trail

Casa de Colibris

More palms


A local guy told me about a back road out of town towards the little town of Toche and then onwards to Ibague. Taking the main road would be about 7 1/2 hours on major paved roads or this route was only about 40km across the top of the Andes in what was billed as the first road in the area to have crossed this range of the Andes. Well I have to say that this was probably the most fun I have had on this trip to date and was without a doubt the most beautiful dirt road I have ever ridden on. Even a puncture in the rear tire after about 10 km did not dampen the experience as the view from where I stopped to do the repair was stunning. This stop did add nearly an hour and 45 mins to the trip.

Not a bad place to get a puncture

Salento to Toche


A picturesque farm on the way


The village of Toche on the eastern side of the mountain range was tiny and the only “restaurant” in town put together a great breakfast with eggs, arepas (corn/maize cake - fried or grilled ) with cocoa ( no coffee available here) for a hungry traveller.

Toche - not much here



A beggar at the restaurant door


A night on the road and onwards to St Agustin ( yes that spelling is correct ) which is renowned not only for the very authentic little Andean town but also for the Unesco World Heritage site that boasts more than 6000 statues carved from the volcanic rock. Not a lot is known about the various peoples that have inhabited this area for eons and so archeologists have not named the people from these ancient cultures.

St Agustin 



Smiley

Further south the town of Mocoa, site of a huge mudslide in March of this year that killed more than 300 people. The steep slopes surrounding many of these mountain towns and the massive amounts of rain received annually make this area very vulnerable to these natural disasters. This town is the starting point of the tiny road, known dramatically as the Trampoline del Muerte ( Trampoline of Death ) that weaves its way back west over the mountains to join up with the main Pan American Highway at the town of Pasto. Give a road a name like that and it is sure to attract the inquisitive.


Trampoline Del Muerte winding up the Andes

Narrow road with shrine

Watch for a truck round that corner


The road started off easy but got steeper and narrower very quickly with plenty of loose rock and some river crossings. I only started meeting other traffic after about half an hour of riding. This is when it got very tricky as you had to be prepared for a truck taking up the full width of the road when you came around a corner. At one point I was right up against the rock face on the inside of the road (luckily) and a truck slowly inched by me leaving less than an inch between my pannier and the truck tire. At one highpoint of the road there was an army guardhouse and checkpoint. I rode in a little fast, got my from wheel into some thick loose gravel, hit one of the cones and took a tumble off the bike - right at the foot of two astonished soldiers - That got a laugh out of them.



After that it was uneventful, although at altitudes of 9,000 ft and higher it was a chilly ride. I arrived at the border town of Ipiales mid afternoon and went to check out the Cathedral at Las Lajas just a few kilometers away. A most incredible structure that straddles a deep gorge with the wall behind the altar being the rock face of the canyon. Legend has it that an image of the Virgin Mary appeared on this rock way back in the mists of time with various structures and churches having been built on this spot over the years. This present cathedral was completed in 1949

Sanctuary of Las Lajas

The Altar



That is about it for Colombia -- Crossing the border into Ecuador in the morning

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