I cycled 12,000km on a beautiful and resilient bike called Chile Chico. It was named after a little Patagonian town at a latitude further south than New Zealand (our start point). The finish, six countries later, was Cartagena, a Caribbean port drenched in history and Gabriel García Marquez’s favoured city.
On the last full day I found a spot in el Claustro de La Merced at the University of Cartagena, bought one of his books and sat down to read as the trees flitted in the breeze. In the shade of that whitewashed quarter of ornate balustrades, domed archways, and the ashes of the great man himself, the magic was palpable. Looking back down the continent, I had a moment to reflect.
I had predicted this would be the trip of a lifetime but I was wrong. It was much, much better than that.
I’ve told half the story, but the rest is still to come on 10,000km Arriba. Subscribe on the following link as I storytell my way through 2024.
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by Wise_Engineer4500
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Nice work.
The dog? You should have taken him/her. Have you seen the 1bike1world guy that rides everywhere, even across Siberia, with his cat, Nala.