Today was a bit boring, an uneventful day of riding.
It’s been mostly overcast since we’ve arrived in Colombia. We’re not sure if it’s the season or just the current weather pattern. We don’t mind it, the clouds block the sun. But it gives the day a dull ambiance.
The landscape isn’t contributing much either. It’s a rolling sea of grey, parched hills. The land is used for farming but it doesn’t appear to be particularly fertile. The towns we pass through are about as uninspiring and nondescript as the landscape.
Stealth camping so far in Colombia has proven to be difficult. We’ve found decent places the past two nights but we didn’t have a whole lot of options and that was after considerable searching. We’re both jonesing for a real shower. The baby wipes and water bottle rinses aren’t cutting it anymore. By the end of the day, the only hotels we pass are love motels. We check one out but apparently business is so good on a Wednesday they can turn down our offer to rent the room for the entire night. Brings a new meaning to Hump Day.
Stealth camping was not in the cards tonight. Population density is high and all the land is cleared for farming so there’s nothing to hide behind. We’ve landed at a defunct gas station that is on a large piece of land with a house on the property. The guy living here seems nice and told us we could camp here for the night.
When it becomes dark, we go behind one of the abandoned buildings and take showers using the water in one of our 5 liter water bladders. It will have to do until we find the real thing.