After biking 1600km in the States along the Pacific Coast I've decided to never stop biking. It has become an addiction, seriously. As I'm headed to Colombia to attend a 2nd wedding this year, I've put my bike in box. It took me 17 hours and 3 airplanes to fly from San Diego to Santa Marta, luckily I have plenty of time as a world traveller.
Little bit anxious for different reason: How am I going to communicate without speaking a full sentence in Spanish?; Will my bike arrive in Santa Marta?; Am I going to survive the humid climate?; How many food poisonings are waiting for me?; Do Colombians like having Gringos? As you notice, this is my first time visiting South America!
On the 2nd flight from Houston to Bogota I discovered that communicating with Colombians is always possible thanks to my French and Italian knowledge. A 50 year old couple from Bogota sitting next to me were very interested about my travel journey and I ended up with an invitation to their home when I would make it to Bogota. Obviously, me and my bike arrived safely in Santa Marta in a very chic hotel (La casa del Farol) where almost all invitees were staying. Thank you Gabriela for arranging my sleeping spot ;-)
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| Almost in Bogota, watching sunrise. |
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| How to transport a box with a taxi. |
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| So happy to see my bike back! |
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| A real paradise. |
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