It was a dark and stormy night…
No, wait, that’s the introduction for Halloween stories. Let’s try that again.
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I had planned to stay in a hotel. They didn't have parking, so I left. I opted for a busy truckstop It was dark, just of the highway. The only place I could hide myself away from the parking lot was behind a little mechanics shop. So I snuck back in the woods in the dark with my bike. Well, it wasn't long before I was found.
After some serious Canadian summer fun, ohh and a bit of not quite as fun work. We're back!
I've seen those little earbuds you can put in and it will translate a language, say French, so you know what people aresaying. Well they haven’t solved all the worlds problems yet, I thought I was doing pretty good with my P understanding of Spanish. Until that is you take the roads less traveled, then you meet the people less visited. On my way towards the Brazil / Bolivia border lies the town of Trinidad, this area is flanked by jungle and amazon.
Have you ever wondered how long it takes to get to Machu Picchu by motorcycle, well according to my GPS, about fourteen months!
Have all the taboo topics been covered? Religion always seems to bring out the best violence in people. Abortion everyone is against, well until you are actually the fifty-year-old whose husbands vasectomy didn’t hold or controversially out-of-wedlock couple who will be banished from the family.
I read there might be some shallow river crossings to attempt while passing through the Ecuador Amazon. I'd never crossed much more than a puddle on a motorbike, so I was in for a real treat when I got to walk the bike through not one, but two rivers!
Due to some paperwork conflicts with the Colombia government and my motorcycle, I decided it would be easier to smuggle the bike out of the country rather than pay an obscene sum of fines.
There’s a little town in Ecuador who’s sole tourism purpose is a high-risk train named La Nariz Del Diablo, or The Devils Nose.
Over a three-way phone conference they asked me what my special skill was? I fumbled for an answer as I didn’t think “bull-shitter” was an applicable volunteer attribute.
My first night in a hooker hotel, you know, the kind of bucket-list stuff one needs to check off before they die. This would also mark my last night in Colombia and seemed a rather fitting match as Colombia in one of the few places in the world where prostitution is completely legal.
Often times I feel that my grasp of the Spanish language is bang on and I’m chatting up a storm about motorcycles and plantains with the gas station attendant like I was born with a native tongue.
Ahh the Tatacoa desert in Colombia, roughly 300 square kilometers of aired landscape located in the Huila Department of the country.
Flame roasted tomato salsa.
Easy, delicious, and a way to add a nice edge to a standard salsa. |