The three weeks in Columbia was a bit of a mix. In hindsight I think I should have spent a bit of time in Bogotá and a few places north of it to have got a fuller flavour. At the moment it is the rainy season and that coupled with some quite high altitudes it has made for some rather damp and cool days. By and large the rains come in the afternoon, but this has not always been the case .
I left you last in the town of Medellin, which is a principal city. There were quite a few of my fellow voyagers from the trip from Panama there at the same time, and we hooked up for a evening of pizza and copious amounts of rum. I had made the mistake of choosing a central hotel, which although close to some of the attractions, was also home to the wretched and destitute. It meant not only empty streets at night, apart from the prostitutes, winos and addicts, there were very few eating options. Some friendly security guards offering to walk beside me whilst I went to get a bite to eat (chicken is 90% of the menus) on one evening. The other bikers were in a much more fashionable part of town, and I regret not moving there.
|I rather liked the story behind these pictures. Botero's Mother always wanted to go to France and visit Versailles, unfortunately she grew too old to travel and so her son painted Louis and Marie Antoinette visiting Medellin for her.|
I became a fan of Colombia's most famous artist, Botero. He is still alive and well into his 80s, being a son of Medellín there is much of his work on display both in a gallery dedicated to him (which he gifted over 200 of his originals to) and also in a large piazza, where there must be at least 20 of his bronzes on display.
The next port of call was the town of Salento in the coffee growing territory. A rather lovely simple town, which is catching on to the tourist thingy. Good for local businesses etc, although the inevitable sameness of that path is beginning to show through, in terms of things been written in English, menus offering a global choice and increasing numbers of handicraft shops.
|Each morning we had coffee that has been grown, processed and then brewed within half a mile of the hostel, and this is one of the guys showing us how the process works. A fascinating exposure on the coffee journey.|
|This is a deep fried trout which is very much the local staple meat. Although delicious, there seems to be little option other than this form of preparation, sadly.|
Something I'd been looking forward to a great deal was going to the city of Manizales. In 1922 a cable car system was built between the city and the numerous surrounding valleys. It revolutionized coffee production and greater prosperity was bought to the area and country. The man responsible for the design and engineering of it was called James Lindsay....the Great Grandfather of my pal Pat. Some videos were made of what little sadly remained of the system, which was at the time the most celebrated engineering feat, using this technology, of the age.
On the way south the plan had been to stay in the town of Cali for a couple of nights....I didn't get there till after dark and having found a place to stay, I wondered outside to try and find some super. It was not a nice atmosphere, and after the third person told me that it was dangerous at night-time and I should really get back to my hotel, I decided to leave first thing in the morning, which I did and headed on towards the border with Ecuador.
|an interesting technique of keeping one's Turkey from running away.|
When I got to Pasto, I had a message from Chris and Marge (two more of my shipmates) with the news that they were arriving the next day and also that Jon and Pete (of ToughMiles.com) were in town following a 60 mph crash. It was Pete's bike that somehow found its way into the large rain gutters that the roads here have, and it was the large concrete block that ripped away the bottom of the engine. These guys had started from England in April and having driven across Europe, Russia, Korea, then the Alaska down to Colombia in six months had met with this potentially fatal accident. Luckily Peter had walked away from it, praising his helmet and the body armour that he wore. However the bike (Suzuki 400) was a write-off as far as any UK insurance company would have been concerned. As luck would have it they were picked up by the larger-than-life character Ariel, who took the bike to a man he described as the maestro. Amazingly within a week he had the bike going again having welded all sorts of things that would have never been attempted at home.
|Jon, the Maestro, 2 other mechanics and Pete|
Unfortunately Pasto, is not a very nice town, rather industrial and full of diesel fumes, or so it seemed. By the time we had arrived they were bored stiff, although Pete had managed to find a lovely local girlfriend. I ended up staying an extra day there, as the night work was somewhat debilitating. It was also great to see them back on the road again, and worth waiting for. They are now far ahead of me, as they needed to be back in England by the middle of January, having got down to the bottom of Argentina.
Batty needed some service work done, and having done a little research on HorizonsUnlimited.com, I went to find TecniMoto in Quito, the capital. It very quickly became apparent that this was going to be a good choice of mechanic, as Carlos loves working on British and older European bikes. I have left Batty with him, whilst I go to the Galapagos Islands, to change the front forks, replace the primary chain, solve an oil leak, and add two LED spotlights. The last items is very long overdue, as the alternator on the diesel engine does not giving out as much electrical chat as I need to run the front light during the day, so I haven't to date. It also means that driving at night is limited to about two hours before the battery is flat. The idea with the LED lights, which take about a fifth of the headlight power, yet are more powerful, will be to get around this problem for the rest of the journey.
As is the way with Batty, I keep meeting people, and in Carlos's shop a fellow client by the name of Carlos (it seems to be an almost de facto name here) appeared. A bit older than me, with a medical practice in the city, he said "let's go" and before I knew it I was on the back of his Africa Twin being taken to lunch, before a tour around the city. Now I, like many other riders, hate going on the back of bikes, and I told Carlos this, "no problem" he said "I'm the same". 10 minutes later a very wobbly Harry got off the bike at the restaurant. It was here that he modestly mentioned that he used to do a bit of racing. It subsequently turned out that he has been the national champion on bikes from 350 to 900 cc many times over. Very decently he realised my delicate character and for the rest of the tour took it very easy.
|The central Plaza in old Quito|
|Carlos, Carlo and H|
|A few of Carlos's trophies|
|The view down over Quito from the Cable car|
|At the funfair at the bottom of the cable car, the 2 Cs wanted to be hurled 300 ft into the air in this capsule. This chicken volunteered to be the photographer.|
|Janet and Silvana.|
|Gargoyles on the side of the cathedral, many of them were of Galapagos inspired.|
|Oswaldo Guayasamìn is the contemporary art hero in Ecuador, and after a bit of "tuning in" really 'got it' and delighted in my time surrounded with his work.|