I thought I would get back to riding and give up the thoughts about staying put and just writing- for now. Once again I was sharing the road  with trucks, busses and motorcycles. Most of the time there was a shoulder to stay over on. I wasn’t expecting much after the tiny and secluded mountain […]

I’ve written earlier about being a dreamer and modeling my dreams off either an experience or books. Early on in my life I started to read Hemingway novels and about his life. There was little separation as he did quite a job portraying himself as the hero from his books. Actually, his novels were based

While I had time in Barichara, I went to explore some of the local traditions: I wanted to try the local delicacy, Hormigas Culonas, which translates to “ big- bottomed ants” or the more modern translation “ Big-ass ants”. I didn’t see them in stores, probably because they show up in April, but hoping that

I am sitting on the covered upstairs porch of my hotel. It is hot out, but high  up here I can feel the cooler breeze and I am out of the sun. This makes the weather about perfect. I brought my keyboard for my ipad and use it regularly for my blog writing. Ive been

Clickbait! Yup, give me a hard time. But. But, there is some reality to what I am giving up. I am giving up on my plan to ride north to south across Colombia. There’s lots of reasons. There is the danger of getting near the Ecuador border. For some reason I keep getting these notices

So far Zapatoca has been my favorite town, maybe the effort to get here has biased my opinion, but I have been enjoying just exploring all the nooks and crannies as I walk the streets. No trash anywhere, fresh mountain air and coolness. The best restaurants yet of the trip. Coffee shops to while away

I woke up nervous and a little anxious to be starting on the uphill portion of my back way out of San Gil. Since I had booked a hotel only about 8 miles away and not wanting to get there before customers from the night before had checked out, I took my time in the

I’m ending my stay of six days in Bucaramanga. I’ve been in recovery mode; eating well, relaxing, stretching and planning. After dealing with the crappy road coming into this city, I was hoping for an alternative. In my second day continuing south from here I would have to ride up about 5000 feet within a

I’m 358 miles (577km) south of the Caribbean Sea.  Not without a tremendous effort, but here I am at 3500 feet in the 1.5 million population city of Bucaramanga. I arose today at my usual time of 0430 from habit, so did some stretching, journaling and reading. Now I’m upstairs on the balcony enjoying the

I’ve been in Colombia now for over a month. My Spanish is adequate to find directions, order meals, secure a room and even tell people where I come from and where I’m going. When I’m around people here I’m really “on” in that I stick out like a sore thumb: white skin, big guy, on