We had a good day today. Breakfast was supposed to be served at 8am but we "persuaded" the staff to open at 7. Seeing as how it was also supposed to be a posh pub I took an early morning photo of the swimming pool.
Meanwhile Shirley hassled the chef as she prepared breakfast. The process of orange juice.
And some yuka.
Soon we were out and down the steep steep driveway to the road. Wet and slippery cobblestones. Not great fun.
Then off down a lovely rural road through the town and out the other side. We then had a crucial decision to make - to go left through the cities of !anizales and Pereira with the chance of freeways or right up the windy mountain pass through San Vicente and La Virginia. The distances were about the same and hey! We're bikers so the choice was plain. Steep and windy it was. And boy it was!
It was great - the road surface a bit rumpity to begin with but it got better as we went up, eventually to 2,400 metres asl. Here everybody waves and smiles.
It is Sunday so some are going to church.
Like this one.
Or this one.
These weren't going to church ... I think they had escaped!
Eventually we came down out of the dairy and goat area and into the plantations.
More sugar cane.
We stopped for fresh pinapple. Yum!
While Dick and I had a serious conversation about something or other. I forget now. But it was serious and important.
Then we were on the freeway to Buga.
We had thought we would stay in Buga but when we got there there was Buga-all so we went on to Palmira. I stopped for petrol on the way.
And Dick bought some oil. We had a conversation with the local lads about the cost but finally got it worked out.
Soon we arrived in Palmira. We couldn't find a hotel so stopped to ask a young bloke on the side of the road. He tried to explain but it was too complicated so in the end he jumped on his scooter and took us. Such fantastic generosity. Afterwards he just rode away with no expectation of a tip or anything. Just a big smile.
And so here we are in the El Dorado Hotel in Palmira, a faded lady indeed. Our bathroom has a toilet seat but, alas, no rose. We had Chinese food in a Thai restaurant (go figure) and it will be an early one again I think. My ribs are giving me gyp but I am pretending to be Queen Victoria. If I can't imagine that it exists then I'm sure it doesn't.
Night all - hope Lachie liked his letter.
Today's ride: 347kms