Salento to Ibague, and how my trip nearly got derailed

The loud rattling took me by surprise. I was used to my gear jostling around as I descended bumpy diet roads, but I'd never heard anything rattling in my spokes. I was having a great descent down to the tiny outpost of Toche, flying past forests of wax palm trees, which are only found in … Continue reading Salento to Ibague, and how my trip nearly got derailed

Manizales and the return to dirt

(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