We are in the rainy season. Leaving Medellín, the sky threatened ominously but held off until early afternoon. Navigating through a construction zone outside of the city we met Camilo, who bicycle up to us and accompanied us for about an hour. He is planning on going to Patagonia with his girlfriend when she gets out of university in about a year. The entire encounter reminded me of the first person I ever met bicycle touring and the effect that encounter had on my life.
He peppered us with questions about the practicalities of touring: where we stay, what type of gear do we have, etc.
As it began to rain, Camilo witnessed first hand one of the more frustrating aspects of touring — a flat. And of course the rain only got heavier. After patching up the tube we exchanged contact information and offered to answer any questions he might have.
The rain continued alternating between a drizzle and downpour for the rest of the day, mostly the latter. Not only were we thoroughly soaked through, but so were our bags and most of our stuff, despite using the rain covers. We opted to take advantage of the ubiquitous cheap hotels and escape the wet night.