The first couple hours was dodging potholes in the dirt while it was drizzling. A few military checkpoints on a dirt road that is not widely traveled has us wondering, but feeling safe. The road turns to good pavement and then it stops, dirt again, then more good pavement, then dirt again. I am not sure the process of priority for building the road. Many of these places there is only one road, yet it goes unmaintained, rock slides, potholes. We’ve been on what looks like nicely made new pavement with a rock slide blocking half the road and looks like it’s been there for six months.
These guys let me ride their moto up and down the road, I had fun…thanks guys
This is half the crew. they stopped while we were taking a break and wanted photos….of the bikes. We figure it must be like a bugatti, you will likely never see one, let alone sit in one, and if you do, you take a picture.
Moving south into Mocoa we start passing military checkpoints, heavily armed, like sand bag bunkers, makes me glad their not after me. Further down the road their is armored vehicles instead of bunkers. To us it seems to be vehicles randomly stopped, question as to where their going to and from, and making sure their is no contraband. Police set up these type of road blocks as well. Keep in mind Mocoa is pretty far from any other bigger cities and not in a traveling area. We find a large police presence there, instead of guns they have batons and seem to be walking the streets to keep their eye on things as well as let people know their safe. I get the sense in the past, this area had little to none police and was strong armed by the rebels. It’s on the bigger side as cities go, has some sense of an arts community, as we see jugglers and hoola hoopers at stop lights performing for change. The restaurant we ate at had some great original local art on the walls.
This guy helped us find a safe place to park the motorcycles, in the hallway to the restaurant of course.