It was around 7am by the time I stirred and, thankfully, Nevado del Ruiz was still visible. Juan Carlos had said he’d come over to see me, so while I was waiting I worked on editing my photos and writing the blog entries so I’d have them ready to post the next time I had internet. By the time he arrived at 9 I was almost up to date, showing just how much time it takes to get this thing done. I think I might start with less rambly posts.
There were two university students who had also
I was awake by around 6am, but it was still far too cold to be wanting to leave, so I went back to sleep until around 8. I packed my things up and was ready to put them on my bike when I found my rear tyre slowly leaking. Upon closer inspection, an old patch had failed, probably a combination of the cold weather and the large amount of bouncing the day before. I switched to a new tube, only to find that my pump is not in the best of health. The pressure gauge seems to have gone, and, more importantly
I had a relaxing day off in Manizales going to the park with Miles and his aunt Olga. We spent the morning there, and it was like a British autumn – overcast, chilly and windy with leaves on the floor. Miles apparently really likes that kind of weather, and when I told him it was like the UK he told me he wants to visit. It’s amazing how often people listen to my description of British weather and tell me that it sounds much better than their own weather where there’s more than
I spent almost a complete week in Medellín, arriving on the Saturday afternoon and leaving the follow Friday. I had two hosts, Sebastian, a 20 year old who had studied in England and will hopefully be going to live over that way soon (or possibly Scotland), and Sergio, my friend from the Caribbean coast. Sebastian has a passion for history and gave me a detailed overview on any topic I could name, from the arrival of the conquistadors to a more recent explanation about the troubles of Medellín
Theoretically I had an easy day, I was at about 1000m of elevation and heading down towards sea level. Obviously that’s not how things ended up. While I started with a nice 8km downhill, I then got to climb back up the other side. Having not left Andres’ place until around 8:30 it had started to warm up by then meaning a toasty climb up. There were a few other cyclists riding up, and one, Walter, that decided to ride with me. We rode together for the best part of an hour, climbing