Not a single flat metre up to the route’s highest point
· 74 km · 1,069 m+
The first thing I did the next day was look for somewhere to have breakfast. I headed for the bar I’d looked up online, but it was closed. Fortunately, in the square in Zipaquirá I came across a market, so I could take a stroll, look at the local crafts and, of course, have breakfast.
An envuelto de choclo, a sweetcorn parcel, or two, and a hot chocolate were enough to give me energy for the rest of the morning.
The ride from Zipaquirá to Guasca was sheer torture. There wasn’t a single flat metre: it was all up or down.
The truth is that nothing much happened that day, apart from the beginning and the end.
On one of those climbs I reached the highest point of the route: 3,000 metres.
Mind you, the scenery was really beautiful.
And you can tell. When the kilometres fly by, it means you’re really enjoying yourself.
In Guatavita, just before reaching Guasca, I stopped for lunch. Food… is something I remember a lot from this trip.
Once at my destination, I stayed in a small guesthouse, where I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the Colombian mountains.