The town by the river

Trip Start Oct 16, 2012
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Trip End Apr 20, 2013


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Flag of Colombia  , Antioquia,
Saturday, November 3, 2012

Today was another easy cycling day. We had a few rolling hills but nothing substantial and we again, reached our destination by midday.  We considered cycling further than our intended 75km but were unsure if we would make it an additional 40-50km if it involved steep hills. We knew that the hill climbing would start soon but were unsure about where exactly we would hit the start of the Andes.  We went to the supermarket for some lunch as we arrived into town, and whilst I was outside looking over the maps, Kory came out with two massive lunches and a couple of beers….well that was the decision made.  We were staying in Caucasia to enjoy some time in
the little town by the river. 

Our day of cycling was pleasant as we cycled through lots of little villages and agricultural land.  There were lots of cattle grazing and cowboys on horseback herding them.  We also noticed that most of the farms produced milk and stored it in old fashioned looking metal milk pales, that
were collected from the side of the road. 

As we arrived in to town a smart looking guy approached us on his motorbike and asked if we needed any help/directions.  He immediately put us out of our misery and spoke perfect English to us, which was a real surprise as most people can’t speak any English at all.  He was really friendly and helped orientate us to the town and told us which shop was his if we needed to find him for any other help.

After we checked into a hotel and had a siesta, we went for a little walk around the town.  Kory had a few chorizo sausages and jacket potatoes from a street vendor and I took some photos of the river in the evening time. We found a little joint that sold beer by the river and enjoyed a couple
of cold ones as the sun set.  A young chap who worked there came over to chat to us, but didn’t seem to grasp how little of his language we spoke.  He was really patient though and persisted to try to make us understand the conversation.  He was 15, went to school in the town, and helped out each night at the beer stall because his friends owned it.  He had a girlfriend who was only 14 but she turned 15 that week, which he seemed very pleased about.  He asked me why we aren’t married and thought it was hilarious that I said it was because we are too young and there is no rush…."at 27, no way, you're really old"!!! Thanks.

 

We then went to a long row of street stalls where Kory and I tucked into a dinner that was similar to the previous night, amongst loads of local people who were happily eating and socialising. The town was fairly big and sprawling along the river, but had a nice vibe to it, with lots of big churches, a few green parks and full of happy,friendly people.
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