I’d pumped up my tube the night before but woke to find it flat. So glad I took the lift down, as it turned out that all my spare tubes did indeed have punctures and that would have driven me insane finding that out the night before as I’d have had to stop every few kilometres to try out another tube. I found the one bike shop in town and gave him 4 tubes to repair. Two of them had failed where a bike shop back in Brazil had repaired them, and one of them had far too many holes to fix. He spent a good while doing that, and then painting a couple of spots on my bike, and charged me just over $1 for his time and materials. Why would I repair them myself?
I had an early lunch in the street before I left town, and then it was back to the dirt. The dirt was meant to end somewhere later that day, but it didn’t mean that there weren’t plenty of sandy climbs left to enjoy before I got back to the tarmac. I was very glad to have my buff with me, to cover up every time a vehicle came flying past trying to cover me in sand, and allow me to keep breathing – always important!
Again, I made it to the top of the last climb just before sunset, but that’s where the pavement kicked in and so I got to enjoy a lovely downhill into Zudañez. After hanging out at the petrol station, chatting with the owners while I adjusted my bike, it was downtown to find a place to stay. The cheapest lodgings are only about $3 a night, but I’m holding on to my record of not paying to sleep since my first night in Colombia. Also, I knew I had a shower lined up in two days in Sucre, so I could hold on a bit longer. I went to city hall and was told that I could camp under a little pavilion in the park. Perfect. There was next to no one there so I left my bike at city hall and went to find something to eat.
I ignored a few choices, figuring that the market would be the cheapest. It maybe wasn’t my best choice. The lady who served me was very nice and friendly, though remarkably shy when someone suggested we get a photo together. As it is, it’s good that I have the picture. I have proof of the last person to make me sick. The food seemed quite nice, most Bolivian food is served with some spicy salsa and this was no exception. It was only at 1am when I woke up needing to upchuck that I realised it had been a poor choice. Well I say only, but I had the feeling about 2am and just past 3:30 too! I’d left my bike locked up at city hall, and only had my sleeping stuff and an almost empty bottle of water with me. Going back to sleep without brushing my teeth was horrible though I guess by the 3rd time I’d got used to it.