(^18) Wild camp – San Esteban - 64 kilometres
Our crawl over the hills was no faster than walking pace. Around midday, the mud
we encountered until then turned into clay and soon the bikes became utterly
bogged down, eventually coming to a complete standstill. It became almost
impossible to drag the bikes further as the wheels were jammed in the frame. I
tried pulling it along but kept sliding down the hill and, in the process, broke my
sole set of footwear. Eish!
Thankfully, nothing lasts forever and, shortly afterwards, the clay gave way to more
manageable mud. At last, and after rounding a corner, one could see a vast valley
below.
From there the road predominantly descended into the valley and into San Esteban,
which offered accommodation. Luckily, the place had an outside tap, allowing for
washing off most of the day’s mud and clay.
leana
(Leana)
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