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When I rode up they were all waiting at the summit sign. I actually made it halfway, 45 miles, to the top of Trout Creek Pass, before climbing into the team car. We had our first of many great chats that day.

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Just looking for someone real in duitama back over Hoosier Pass I watched the guys put on jackets, gloves and hats while steering through the hairpins turns with their knees on their top tubes. Back at the hotel it was time to start having some fun with the team. I am not sure we got it done properly because the next day all he could say is that we were a bunch of amateurs! One of my duties was to do English-Spanish translation for Miguel who spoke no English. It was pretty funny to see Miguel on the evening news and hearing my voice, in English, apparently coming out of his mouth. Another of my duties was to plan the routes for our daily rides.

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I had no idea what to expect and that is the marvel of travel. The TV on board was never on not even sure if it worked and this was my view for the next 18 hours, though mostly in darkness. There were a few of these checkpoints on route. There was nobody on the seat next to me or in front of me until we arrived in Tunja. I ate my sandwiches from Claudia around 4. I seem to have captured it just the way it was. Tunja was almost like a shanty town sprawled into a city on uncomfortable hills. Not many foreigners would come here. It was drab, dull and wet. The green-ness of the walls on the entrance to the bus depot at Tunja were as scenic as it got.

And there it is — our space at Tunja Bus Depot where we pulled in for about 10 minutes and the bus got full… There was traffic on the edge of Tunja on leaving, and this picture was the only one I took before leaving Tunja behind. You can see the sort of shanty towns built deep into the hills, though my memory of it is rather different and certainly more steep than this photo depicts. We were still at a high altitude for most of the trip and indeed Tunja is siruated at 2, metres above sea level. Next stop, around 6. Oddly I only photographed the bus station there. We arrived in brightness. The bus became over full at Duitama, which I found out is a big city. The oddest thing of all is we were only there for around 40 minutes or so, yet when we left it had suddenly become SO SO dark.

I took the below photo on leaving, I was astounded at the light difference. Duitama like Tunja was drab, wet, drizzly and dreary. I could have got off the bus in Duitama as it happens. I could have walked around the city. One was that the bus was becoming over full with passengers even standing in the aisles. Getting off the bus would mean losing my seat. That idea worried me as even though I had my ticket, I could have got another bus,BUT my bag was on this bus. The idea of walking round an unknown city for no reason with a bag full of goodies was hardly ideal! I just wanted to sit there for hours, reading and making notes, before arriving in Cucuta.

We left Duitama around 7pm in darkness.


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