We were sad to leave David and Martha’s finca. On the property there were guayaba, orange and lime trees all with fresh fruit which we ate and juiced. Every day we drank coffee grown on the farm. Life was good, the food was great and the company was wonderful. If we stayed any longer our tent might have grown roots. While not a bad thing, we still wanted to see points further south.
As we waved goodbye and pulled away, I had to remind Sarah again, that there is no crying on a bicycle tour.
Having left the Finca after a leisurely morning, we did not allow enough time, nor did we judge the amount of climbing we would be doing. We are slow learners. This is Colombia during the rainy season. There will be mountains and there will be rain.
The steep mountain walls provided little in the way of camping opportunities. In the twilight, we were fortunate to find a trout farm and restaurant.
The manager flagged us down from the road and told us we could camp on the back balcony. A shrewd move. He must have encountered bicycle tourists before and knew we are always hungry. We drip dried and drank coffee to warm ourselves before tucking into a dinner of smoked trout, rice and fried plantains. The dinner was delicious however we missed eating with our new friends back on the finca in San Agustín.
Trout farm Sleeping near the fish, luckily not with the fish
Sleeping near the fish, luckily not with the fish