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In a village called Chachagui close to Pasto, but yet so far away

COLOMBIA | Friday, 3 May 2013 | Views [719]

My view while peeing under a bridge.

My view while peeing under a bridge.

I am saying this, because there is a huge mountain between the village of Chachagui and the town of Pasto.

We stopped early, in fact, since we left Popayan we stop early every day. It seems like James and I take turns feeling not quite "up to snuff". The scenery as promised got stunning at every turn, but the roads got bad too. I started feeling seasick from all the bumps in the road and having to keep finding a path on the pavement glueing my eyes to the road while making sure the trucks are in a safe distance to my bike and me.
Colombians find a way to make you feel good though when- and where ever we stop there is a smile, a gift something different, new and amazing to eat. We discovered Kumis which is basically a sweet yoghurt. Home made and freaking delicious!!! Accompanied by a fresh squeeeeeeeeezed  orange juice and we are good to go for a few more km. But we stopped for lunch (home made soup!!! Yumm!!), made it a little further in the same village to a Kumis/chocolate  stop and then we found a hotel - feeling too full and done to make it even all the way up that little hill out of the village. So we stayed. A warm shower, a bed, clean.......The day was only half done, but I was fully done.  Laying on the bed I couldn't sleep and listened to my German audio book.....The voice, the book takes me home and I forget who and where I am for the duration. It was the end of the book - a love, well written, well read, but the guy died of tuberculosis at the end and my bubble burst, my body aching.......It blows my mind how fast I think I can't do this and to be honest the guy dying didn't help .....REALLY? This feeling of "I can" and "I can't" are from one extreme to the other. I don't have to, but I want to.....but I can. I am doing this because I can AND because I REALLY LIKE IT - actually!
So, I lay quiet.....feeling some weight of the world. A friend died at home a few days ago. A friend that was different, a human who didn't quite fit in, but was (and is) close to my mind and heart. I miss him....and the tears are rolling.........no matter where we are, our feelings and who we are, are with us all the time. To travel is to feel.


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