After the lake the sun dropped and the temperature dropped quicker, the track became worse or maybe it was my imagination, the headlight was making the track look like it was lined with basketball size rocks with the huge shadows it created.
Its straight into the good stuff, and before you know it you are riding dirt tracks with drops that will end you
Riding a remote desolate dirt track somewhere around the Chimborazo volcano in the Ecuadorian Andes, Paul and I were talking how remote it felt. The track ran along the endless green highland grasslands and hills, zigzagging around jagged peaks and crossing small valleys. It felt like we were the only humans on Earth: the howling winds ruffled the grass, and there was no sight of any human activity – no houses in the distance, not even a pasture fence.
Suddenly, turning a corner, we saw a tiny figure walking down the dirt road. As we rolled towards the little silhouette, we realized it was a small girl wearing a traditional Andean costume. She held a tatty rope in her hands.
From Guatape to Medellin we took a dirt track via Alejandria and Conception until we met the pavement, it had rained the night before and lots of baby heads for the whole way
There was one objective for Cuba this time around after having ridden around 4500km last time on primarily paved roads – this time find more dirt, lots more dirt…