In the Jardin


In the morning I decided to try out my alcohol stove. I rustled up some porridge only to be ushered inside to calls of “Ross! Ven! Desayuno!”.

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“Lucky lucky lucky on your first day”

Caldas town square

“A donde vas?”
“Hijueputa…y cuantos son?”
“Estoy solo”

*Hijjueputa roughly translates to son of a bitch, but carries a bit more weight here in Colombia

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About 5 years ago I went on a 2 week cycle trip through Europe. Starting in the Bavarian town of Donauwörth I worked my way south along the Claudia Augusta, the first Roman road through the Alps. I passed through the likes of Innsbruck, Florence and Verona, wild-camping along the way,  before arriving in Rome where I gorged myself on pizza and gelato.

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