By the time we reached Bogota we’d been on the road for eight months and our legs needed a real rest. We were hoping for an easy ride to Venezuela, but Colombia’s mountains still had challenges in store.
Katy Perry sings a song about Colombia. You know the one that goes ‘you’re up then you’re down… you’re hot then you’re cold’. It sums up our cycle ride across the country perfectly and the stretch from Cali to Bogota was no exception.
Colombia had been the one country which everyone had warned us about. Drugs, violence and kidnaps: it has received its fair share of negative press in recent history. But instead we arrived excited, having heard great stories about the generosity and friendliness of Colombians from cyclists we’d met on the road.
“Are you the people who were on TV last night?” asked our hotel manager in Quito. We were, having spent one of our days off in the capital answering questions from the national media about our trip. After a busy break, we weren’t totally rested when we set off towards the Colombian border, through Ecuador’s never-ending hills.
“EC-UA-DOR, ESCHUCAME”. We crossed into Ecuador to the sound of Sash booming on our I-pods. With its friendly atmosphere and stunning scenery, our eighth country of the trip is more than living up to expectations.