We enjoy the dirt roads the most. It puts us even more in touch with the area we are in. yesterday was some good riding, away from any cities and not very many villages on the dirt roads. We went on a road that gps mapped us to but no longer went through, big gate. Hmmm, I guess that answers why the road was in such bad shape, it’s not used anymore. I dumped the bike over one time going through some deep mud, slow, and the front tire slid out, thanks to maxxx we got the bike up with no issues or damage. we went through an area with lots of small coal mines, it reminds me of what the old days of mining might have been like. some people living out of shacks and working on a small mine, i am sure their following some kind of mining rules, it just doesn’t look like it. The road turns blackened from the coal dust dropping off the big old trucks. This is not modern day big machinery we are seeing. We saw two miners on the side of the road that looked like they were doused in black paint, head to toe, good luck washing that off. Narrow dirt roads with big trucks makes for attentive riding. The dirt road passed through a town with a gas station so we stopped to ask if there was a hotel in town, as it was getting dark soon. the guy motioned across the street, I pointed to the building and said aqui, here, he confirmed, it didn’t look like a hotel and no sign saying hotel, so I pointed again and this time said hotel aqui, and he looking at me funny confirmed again..o off we went across the street and sure enough, not called a hotel by name but it was a hotel. maxxx and I had a laugh later at how that guy must have thought us pretty odd, I hope he is still laughing.
Today was the best dirt we have had. challenged with mud crossings, steep loose washed out roads, riding the ridge line of a mountain with full views around, going through a town that we figured used the local dirt, clay, to make pottery and bricks, they even had their own big kiln building, keep in mind its a very small series of houses, not really a town, in the midst of just dirt roads in the mountains, nothing else nearby we could see. The gps has proved to be a great way to navigate, many small dirt roads are on the maps. All day today we only passed a couple small villages, mainly small properties with a few cows, these people might live a more simple life, but they sure have a great view from their homes. some homes are pretty much shacks and others are bigger nice homes. most homes are brick and concrete with tile or metal roofs..ts nice to be out remote and see people living the simple life, riding their donkey, just like juan Valdez in the coffee ccommercials, poncho and all..ery common to see cows on the side of the road tethered to a pole allowing the cow to eat wherever it can reach, but not far enough to be in the road..
Getting off the dirt and making some distance to get to our next dirt road we stopped for the night in duitama. good sized town and a mix of modern and old architecture, with regular city people. we sure got a lot of attention rolling in all muddy with the big bikes. Their biggest interest everywhere is the big bikes. all are impressed and seem good intentioned. people have no problem approaching us and trying to communicate. sometimes we understand and other times we don’t. the ones who talk with their hands and use fewer words we can pick up the better it goes. Usual questions…..how big is the bike-1200, where you from, how long hAve you been on the road, where you going, how fast does the bike go. all the attention is great to share the bikes and trip with people. makes me a bit paranoid for being a target, but most of that is just fear in my head, but does get us to make sure we’re being safe and secure with ourselves and the bikes.
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