“Why aren’t you smiling? Why aren’t you happy?” I had just collapsed after cresting a 4,750 metre high pass in Peru’s Cordillera Blanca following an afternoon and morning of pushing my bike up through sopping wet meadows, fast-flowing creeks, steep rocky slopes, rain and snow. There was Iohan, already at the top, already eager to … Continue reading The Cordillera Blanca: Caraz to Huaraz
Relentless. It's one of my favourite words. I often pre-curse it with the f-word - they just fit so well together. As I rode from my campsite above Angamarca on Wednesday, Nov. 29, to Salinas de Guaranda (or de Bolivar, depending on which source you use), all I could think of was how "fucking relentless" … Continue reading Relentless beauty, relentless climbs: Lasso to Salinas
I was keen to leave the Galapagos and return to the mountains and my bike. But first, I had some unfinished business to take care of in Quito before leaving on the second stage of my adventure through the Andes. I landed at the airport and headed straight into Quito instead of dropping by the … Continue reading From sea level to 5,000 metres: Quito to Cotopaxi
(Note: My laptop won't charge so I'm posting this from my phone. For some reason the photos are showing up in the wrong order. There may also be some odd auto-corrects I missed.) I've never actually cried tears of joy. The other day, while biking at 4,000 metres in Parque Nacional Nevado del Ruiz, I … Continue reading Manizales and the return to dirt
My GPS was telling me to turn left. “A la isquierda,” the voice in my head kept repeating. To my left was what would barely qualify as a farmers track. That couldn’t be right. I pulled out my phone to take a look at the map. It wanted me to go left in order to … Continue reading It gets easier, right? (Bogota to Villa de Leyva)
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