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Loco Colombia

At long last I reached Colombia but it was with mixed emotions that I crossed my ‘final frontier’ in South America. I felt sad that my time on the continent was coming to a close. I was excited though to experience Colombia for myself after hearing amazing stories from other cyclists. Exceptional hospitality, stunning landscapes and beautiful women tended to be the gist of it. Of course this counters the widely held perception of a dangerous country full of drugs barons and insurgent guerrillas. The last time I heard contradictions this strong (between perception and reality) it was about Iran and I still regale everyone I can with tall tales from that wonderful country.
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Los Andes

After almost two weeks in La Paz it felt good to be back on the road again – then again it always does. Having cycled solo for almost a year I was thoroughly enjoying the company of Alex; a heavily bearded and rather jolly Austrian. We met at the casa de cyclistas in La Paz. As the only two fool’s stupid enough to be headed north, into the immense mountains of Peru during rainy season, we decided to team up. It’s hard not to like the bloke given how amicable he is. Alex is eight months into a monster ride the length of the Americas, from Patagonia to Alaska.
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Climbing up to Bolivia

In order to reach Bolivia and leave Argentina I had to climb up to 3,800 meters above sea level. The Bolivian plateau, or Altiplano, sits between 3,500 meters and 4,500 meters. Though this is only one of the stark differences between Argentina and its landlocked neighbor. I experienced a dramatic change in the landscapes, people, food, culture and customs. This border crossing must be one of only a few in the world where you cross directly from a first world country into a third world country (based on UN statistics for the human development index). In Bolivia 64% of the population live below the poverty line surviving on just a few USD per day.
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A Baptism Of Fire

I am not a cyclist. I have never changed a flat tire. I don’t know what the difference between gear one and gear six is. What does high cadence pedaling even mean? Sure, I can ride a bicycle, but no, I am not a cyclist.
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The Bush Dance, Family Tree’s and Aggressive Hospitality

After the barren wastes of the Nullarbor Plain, heading east from Adelaide we were richly rewarded with kind hospitality from strangers, a plethora of wildlife and stunning scenery. Though we would still have to perform the ‘Bush Dance’* with infuriating regularity this was probably my favorite leg of Australia.
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Beautiful Borneo & Crazy KL

Andy and I huddled under a rock as the storm raged. Lightning illuminated the sky and a deep rumbling thunder sounded close by. Our fire, along with our morale was extinguished. We were sleeping rough on Kruin beach in Bako national park on Borneo. Our decision to camp with no tent in a region endemic to crocodiles resulted in a poor night’s sleep. Despite the insomnia and discomfort I revelled in the sense of adventure.
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