With heavy hearts, we finally let ourselves loose of the tight Medellin grip. But it wouldn’t let us go without swinging. Before we knew it we’re having our first taste of the Colombian hills. Or mountain? Right out of the gate of Medellin, we were greeted with a good ‘ol mountain spanking courtesy of a 17km climb that left me with spaghetti legs. A kind reminder that my Central American panache ain’t gonna be enough to crest over these Andean mountains. Of course it was not a surprise. Our extended stay in Medellin gave us enough time to size up all the routes realizing there’s no way out of Medellin but up. All roads out of this city go up no matter which direction.
Even more impressive than the climb was the hospitality we got on our first couple of days of real riding. Free dinner, then breakfast and then lunch, all courtesy of different individuals trying to get us to sit down and regale them with our lousy adventures. Each invitation made us more and more ansty to hit the open road or dirt and just get our rhythm on our bikes. Eventually, we slowly got going and started to feel that yeah we’re really on our way to discover the rest of Colombia.
Looking for a replacement nut for my Rohloff axle, we were directed to a taller de tuercas. A round of tinto set the bill straight.
Our route: Medellin – Rio Negro – Guatapé – San Rafael – Narices – Estación Manela – Puerto Berrio – Puerto Araujo – Tarima – San Vicente Chuccuri – Zapatoca – Galan -Barichara – San Gil
You can view the gpx track here.