We’re groggy when we wake. Neither of us slept well. We gave up all the elevation we worked so hard for and are back down below 1500 feet. It’s hot and humid here. The hair at the nape of my neck is soaked and I haven’t even moved out of the tent yet. My body feels sticky and gross. All the hotels have made us soft.
We set out in the rain. We’re wearing our rain jackets, but soon realize that our perspiration is making us more wet than the rain would. We stop for coffee and are served instant Nescafe. What?! It seems criminal to serve instant coffee when you are one of the world’s leading producers of coffee. Juan Valdez needs to pay these people a visit.
Luckily the day clears up and we have a relatively easy ride through rolling hills in a valley with massive mountains on either side. It feels good to move the bikes over 10 mph, after inching up the mountains. We are in pursuit of the Tatacoa Desert.
rice field rice field
We’re in a hotel tonight. Scott’s sleeping pad is punctured and he needs to dunk it in a wash basin to locate the hole (i.e. blow it up, dunk it, watch for the bubbles). We also need internet so we can check-in with folks back home. It’s been over a week since we’ve updated our site. Wi-fi has been hard to come by in Colombia, and when we do find it, it’s often reminiscent of the days of dial-up. Most importantly, Mother’s Day is Sunday, and we need to Skype our Moms before heading off into the desert.
We were successful in finding a hotel with wi-fi, however when we arrived the electricity in the entire town was out (reportedly due to last night’s storm damage). After a few hours, the electricity came on, only to go out again, but then came back on. In-between outages we got online. As expected, we have a few messages from concerned friends and family. Not to worry, we are fine. No wild adventures to report. What’s happening in your imagination is probably much more exciting than our reality.