Sooooo this day turned out to be one of the hardest rides I’ve ever done. Started well enough with a lovely breakfast and a chat to the the hotel owner. Rolling along the flat green country side turned quickly into dragging my bike up a dirt path. It was steep… and there were dogs, lots of dogs. Mean, barking, big dogs. If you consider the timeline of this part of the day being 1-10.. At about 2 was the first time considered turning back to find a better route and less dogs. It would have been faster. In the end my bike became a passenger. I would leave the bike bags, carry the bike a few hundred meters then return for the bags. Eventually blah blah I made it over the mountain. There is always a downhill on the other side and hopefully a view. I got both. Weeee
So the plan was to ride to ‘El dorado’ as in where the legend comes from. I was more careful choosing my route now and after passing through Guativita. (Side note, look how pretty this town is, it was completely rebuilt in the 60’s after the original was drown for a resivior, good jarb)
Anyhoo… Yes so I picked the smart road to Laguna de guavita (El dorado) right? There was a sign at the turn off happily stating only 7kms to go! Yes…. The 7 kilometres took me 2 hours. I would have cried many times if I wasn’t drooling and gasping like that kid from triplets of Bellevue. So the sign at the 7 kms said open Monday to Friday. That sign is a dirty fucking liar.
Alternative plan, I crawled through a barb wire fence a few more horrendous kms down(up) the road, but the bush was too thick to get through. Damn google maps makes you realise how close you are to things… 50meters, 50 gaaaadddd damn meters. Anyway tried to plead with the guards. then bribe the guards but in the end I just took five minutes at the entrance to improve my dejected pose, produced a lollie pop I had been saving for such an occasion, then rolled down the horrendous hill in 15 minutes quite happily, but still, Kill me.
Forgot to mention, the trip over the mountain with the satanic lassies took a toll on my bag. It fell off in Guativita and then again about a half an hour out of failed El dorado. I think there is too much in it.. So I’ve developed the system 2.0.. Happy I was, until i realised I would never make my target. It got dark. I felt ok, until i pondered how I was doing. I bonked about 40kms out from a town I would find accommodation. I ate a lot of chicken for dinner and pondered the health of my raw um…
The highway town I landed in… Whoa.. I’m in Columbia.
Ps on the way I met a wonderful family who simply pulled over to know my story. Warm fuzzy feeling win. The shower at the end of my day was cold. It hurt a little.