I breathed signs of relief when I saw my baby creep out onto oversize baggage carousel; followed by a super-anxious cocker spaniel itching to take a piss. With no noticeable damage, I heaved it onto a cart. The beautiful and bemused attendant took a glance and undoubtedly asked “¿Qué es eso?”
She told me I could setup right there in baggage claim; so to work I went…
Many a confused traveler and airport employee came by to take a look, and I did my best to explain that I’m riding this contraption through Colombia, and hopefully a few more countries of South America. After a few hours of building, going through customs (I’m quite sure customs officials of Bogotà have never laughed so hard), I was mounting a 100lb beast on the same exit lane as all the cars and buses, merging onto the expressway in a light rain with fading sunlight I was scared; but after a few twists and turns, and asking about 5 people for directions, I finally made to my host’s apartment, about 15 miles away.
The next morning I supposed to meet a friend to do a bike tour of the city, and the office was in Candelaria; (the neighborhood I was staying in). I stepped out of the apartment and started coasting downhill, when I saw a group of tourists on bikes in the middle of street. I figured it was them, and started riding with them, the tour guide telling me I could pay a bit later. Turns out there’s 5 or so of these groups near to where I was staying, and I’d just joined some random group! Nevertheless it was fun, and I got to hangout at a coffee roasting factory and have the best cappuccino ever-
Went climbing the next day in countryside, and got obliterated by mosquitos; but it worth it-
This guy followed us from the train station after I threw him the bones from my amazing caldo de castilla
Caldos and Sopas (both soups, but different) -it was explained to me that Caldos have more a watery broth, while Sopas are a bit thicker and sometimes have veg mashed into the broth)
And there’s the famous Sopa de Bogota, Ajiaco-
I had this thrice at another host’s place (Juan)- His family was unbelievably welcoming, and I had a hard time pulling myself away from all the comfort to get out into wilderness He did capture a few much needed shots of me on the move; so this is what my rig really looks like!
Now I’m on the road for the next 8-9 days to Bucaramanga; farewell Bogotà!