"Well, I'm running down the road, tryin' to loosen my load..." when I hear a shout from a roadside hotel. I turn to find three cyclists hollering at me from the second floor room.
They turn out to be three Colombian dudes that are doing a bike tour for a few days during Easter holiday. We start to chat and they invite me to join them for a few days.
"Why not?" I think to myself.
So, we join forces and start pedaling to a little town at the end of a brutal 20 km dirt road. We bounce along, through the heat and dust, until one of the bikes break down... the rear derailleur moves too far over and gets caught in the rear wheel, putting an end to the bike.
No worries, we continue walking and coasting the bikes through the heat of the day until we reach town. Then we order a new part and hire a motorcycle for the owner of the fallen bike to reach a gorgeous little swimming hole outside town for a lovely evening swim and home-cooked soup over an open campfire = life is good!
They turn out to be three Colombian dudes that are doing a bike tour for a few days during Easter holiday. We start to chat and they invite me to join them for a few days.
"Why not?" I think to myself.
So, we join forces and start pedaling to a little town at the end of a brutal 20 km dirt road. We bounce along, through the heat and dust, until one of the bikes break down... the rear derailleur moves too far over and gets caught in the rear wheel, putting an end to the bike.
No worries, we continue walking and coasting the bikes through the heat of the day until we reach town. Then we order a new part and hire a motorcycle for the owner of the fallen bike to reach a gorgeous little swimming hole outside town for a lovely evening swim and home-cooked soup over an open campfire = life is good!
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