A thick mist settled over us as we
rose high into the mountains and
combined with the rain made visi-
bility nearly impossible. Eventually
we reached the highest point and the
clouds opened, offering some amaz-
ing views as reward for our struggles.
The ride down was more of the
same, and before we knew it we were
back on pavement and ready for a
well-deserved lunch of comida tipica
in the small city of Mocoa. From here
we rode north into the mountains to
sleep in the city of San Agustin for the
night.
After an evening spent fending off
locals requesting that we join them in
taking ayahuasca we woke a bit later
the following day and continued our
journey north. We stopped around
Altamira to take a photo overlooking
the dam and the breathtaking valley.
A few hours of riding found us at
the edge of the Tatacoa desert. Twen-
ty minutes later we were off the pave-
ment and surrounded by an arid, red
landscape. The area had received an
unusually high amount of rain recent-
ly, which caused a surprising amount
of flora growth, adding some unex-
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