The border crossing from Ecuador to Peru could have been easy but my inability to find an illogically placed unmarked building for my motorcycle exportation stamp made the whole process more frustrating and significantly slower than it should have been. My mood wasn’t helped by the fact that I had just said goodbye to Martin […]
Three weeks in and I still have not been captured by guerrillas or beheaded by cartels. Success so far I’d say. Somehow prying myself away from the intoxicating city of Medellín, I made the long, neck and back-aching, 13-hour ride north leaving the mountainous interior for the dryer, albeit more humid and flatter coast. The […]
