We passed out of Round Bread Burg this morning (the round breads are dense and slightly sweet, like a huge scone from a bakery that is still getting its act together), through Tobacco Town, Hot Sauce Hamlet, and are staying in the city of Sincelejo tonight, which is big enough not to have a theme.
The Cyclist Joy:
Whizzing down the slope, the view of undulating hills spread out before me, the light mottled with clouds and diffuse early morning sun. I flew into a shaded space on the road beneath a cloud. Down and down, gaining speed. Two parakeets flapping synchronously overhead and the donkey cart roadside, reminders that I am indeed in South America. The breeze whooshing around my body, a fan on full blast. It's one of those incredible moments where all of the heat and uncertainty becomes worth it. It is the soaring that only lasts a fraction of the climbing, but such a delicious reward. The closest human equivalent to flying: earth flying.
I wish there were more words to apply to describing roads.
Colombia is putting the equivalent of 23 billion USD into improving its roads and highways, and the result is indeed a boon for us. Not every road is dreamy, but many of them truly are. Smooth pavement, accessible grades, our own highway under construction in some places.
Today, even though our road was not a main highway, part way through the morning it widened to have shoulders, appreciated and luxurious as a swimmer's body.
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| From Round Bread Burg. All the tiendas were selling this specific bread, which i have seen nowhere else in Colombia. Annie, because scone, they reminded me of you. |
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| We were astounded to find all this bike lane, almost like being in Europe commented Elise. AND a sidewalk! |
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| This rural restaurant served us eggs as delicious as it was pink. That would have been my fourth breakfast (!), by 9am. (First breakfast begins at 5:15am) |
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