The Road to Villa de Leyva
It seems that I’m forever surprised by the hills in Colombia. My optimism in the topography is often misled, and night is often reached before my target…
Riding a bicycle with a brain – Duitama to Palermo
Riding a horse felt a bit like riding a bicycle with a brain. Let me explain. Whilst riding my bike over rocky terrain, I have had to constantly pick and choose my way through uneven surfaces. On the horse I felt I could just urge her in the general direction and trust her to pick the way (although…