The route was another spectacular kaleidoscope of colours, mountains, valleys and gorges, I was forced to stop several times to take pictures of the breath taking scenery, but as ever, my camera never managed to capture the true beauty of what my eyes could see.The route was another spectacular kaleidoscope of colours, mountains, valleys and gorges, I was forced to stop several times to take pictures of the breath taking scenery, but as ever, my camera never managed to capture the true beauty of what my eyes could see.

This road was the first time I came across a true Colombian anomaly.

A young lady partaking of a mountain shower

The ingenious villagers living in the mountains had managed to create a routing system for the water coming down off the mountains to put it to good effect.
Around every corner, huge trucks were parked by the side of the mountain, and the locals were using the diverted water to wash them. The men would spray the trucks down, and the kids would climb all over the trucks to wash them down with soapy water.
It was quite a sight. Water jets sprayed up from the side of the road round every twist, I rode through one just to get a quick shower and cool down, before continuing winding and twisting along the mountain road.
There was a lot to see on the road apart from the amazing scenery. I passed a bunch of not so young kids riding a trolley jack down the side of a mountain, more kids were clinging onto the backs of lorries getting free rides to the top of the mountains on their bicycles, then freewheeling down the bottom.

I saw people perched on the tops of busses and on the back of trucks. There was plenty to keep me occupied!
I reached Medellin after a few more hours of gorgeous mountain roads, and without much ado, settled myself into the Pit Stop Hostel.
I bumped into a couple of the passengers from the Stahlratte, and made a few new friends in no time, and after a quick shower, we all headed out to check out the scene in Medellin.
A couple of days and a big night out was all that was required from Medellin, and I quickly tired of this modern and fairly bland city.
I packed the bike up early in the morning , and rode out of Medellin as the sun was rising over the city, onwards to Bogota.