I’ve developed a pattern so far on this trip – two days of biking followed by a day of rest. After taking a day off in Villa de Leyva, I hit the road again to make my way to Mongui, with a stop off in Paipa along the way. Mongui was described as the prettiest town in Boyaca province, and there was supposed to be a really great hike in the area. Paipa was just a convenient rest spot, and it had hot springs.
I was a little slow getting out of Hostel Renacer in Villa de Leyva, but I hit the road by 9 a.m. and began the long, slow climb towards Arcabuco. Unlike two days earlier, the grade was mellow and I was able to get into a groove, Harry Potter & the Philosophe Stone keeping me entertained. I cycled past more small farms, fincas and haciendas before reaching the top some 650 metres higher and enjoying a fast, fun descent into Arcabuco, where I stopped for a coffee and some snacks.
The next stretch was on a hazardous stretch of highway through a mountain pass, where trucks roared past and I hugged what little shoulder there was. It lasted for about 7.5 kilometres before I was able to turn off onto a beautiful dirt road that took me through miles of farmland that hugged the slopes off the mountains I’d just rode through. I climbed steadily to more than 3,100 metres before the road fell away to the quaint little town of Sotaquira. I enjoyed a late lunch and when I stepped outside, the skies opened up and I was forced to huddle under an awning by the main square, waiting for it to stop. After a while, I pulled out my rain gear, and just after I got it on, of course it stopped raining.
From Sotaquira it was up and down and up and down until I was spit out on onto Highway 55, the main four-lane thoroughfare through this part of Colombia. There was a nice wide shoulder and I was able to cruise into Paipa, where I went straight to the public hot springs in the hopes there might be a campsite there.
There wasn’t, and I was sent back towards town to Cabanas Guacata, where I was allowed to pitch my tent on the lawn. I was their only guest and their resident dog kept me up at night, barking and snarling outside my tent – South American dogs don’t seem to care for bike tourers. Before that I enjoyed a soak in the hot springs, where several Colombian men took great interest in my journey and discussed the best way to get from San Gil to Medellin.
The next morning, after a terrible night sleep, I found myself on my phone, booking a place to stay in Mongui for two nights. It was only about 50 kilometres, with 1,300 metres of climbing according to the route I plotted, but the two main climbs turned out to be the steepest of the trip so far, and the descent into Tibasosa had me squeezing the brakes as hard as I could, lest I miss a corner – an 80+ pound touring rig isn’t exactly a nimble beast. Not to mention the climb out of Sogamoso had me riding up through mining territory and big coal trucks would rumble past with regularity.
Mongui lived up to its reputation and I happily settled into my double bed at the Hospedaje Villa De Mongui. I was in bed early, ready to go hiking in the Paramo Oceta the next day.
For the hike I was joined by a group of nine Europeans who were staying at a finca near Sogamoso, and our guides Maria and Moses. The hike was stunning, starting at the headwaters of the local river, where a few hardy farmers tended to their cows, which freely roamed the mountainsides.
A paramo is an ecosystem that only exists in high elevation landscapes near the equator, and they are generally protected in Colombia, or so it seems. The plants, notably the frallejones, can store water, and they play a key role in keeping the country hydrated. We walked through forests of frallejones and other plants I’d never seen before. Giant lupines grew out of swampy areas, their purple standing out in a sea of green, brown and yellow. Our feet got wet as our guides led us down seldom-trodden paths to the Laguna Negra and back. We hiked up to a ridgeline at almost 4,000 metres before following the steep path back to our start point. It truly was a unique area unlike anything I’d seen before.
The next morning I set off on the 160 kilometre road to San Gil. My route would take me up to over 3,800 metres, before dropping all the way down to San Gil at 1,100 metres. My goal was to tackle the climb on day one, and the descent on day two. First, I had to get to Duitama, which involved riding on a busy highway, where trucks, buses, motorcycles and other vehicles belched black smoke at me. I couldn’t wait to get off the main road and back onto dirt.
The climb out of Duitama was filled with cyclists out for their Saturday excursion. At the end of the pavement, I stopped at a tienda for a snack and spoke to a local cyclists, who was blown away by what I was doing. He called me brave, most think I’m crazy.
The road turned to dirt for a period and I was all ready for a slow climb into the Paramo Ruisa. The road was on Google Street View and it showed a rough surface all the way up to the pass. So it was my surprise when all of a sudden fresh new pavement showed up and led me to the top. It was incredibly peaceful without the crunch of rock under my tires and there was almost no traffic. I stopped once, where a dog decided to take a nap next to me, then join me for the rest of the way up. I’ve grown terrified of Colombian dogs, but this one was a keeper.
It took a while, but I finally reached the turnoff to Paramo Ruisa, where there was a convenience store selling arepas and drinks. It was earlier than expected, so I continued the climb. I probably could have kept going to the top, but the perfect campsite presented itself, so I set up camp, cooked dinner and enjoyed a restless sleep interrupted by the blustering wind.
Sunday consisted of a short climb to the top of the paramo, then an endless, jarring descent past countless farms on a rough road where horses were more common than vehicles. Of course, I got a flat, and after it wouldn’t seal itself, I had to stop and put a tube in. I kept going down and down, with a few short bursts of climbing interspersed within. I roared through the village of Encino, where the locals were enjoying a Sunday by drinking, it seemed. There was a flash of pavement and more dirt before I was finally spit out into the valley for the paved cruise to San Gil. I had a quick lunch in Charala before charging out the last 35 kilometres in the pouring rain that nearly flooded the highway into San Gil. I was soaked and neglected to take pictures of motorcyclists easing their way through waves of water in front of me.
Today was spent dealing with a few bike issues and checking out San Gil. I’m meeting my brother in Medellin next weekend, so I’m no real rush to get out of here and will spend a few days checking out the sites and activities.
The GPS track for this route can be found here: https://ridewithgps.com/trips/20078784