(^12) Valle De Angles – Gauimaca - 73 kilometres
Waking to the sound of macaws and green parrots is never a bad way to start one’s
day and we resumed our ride over the mountains once more. Our route climbed
sharply over the hills, and I sometimes doubted whether it was a good idea to have
come this way. Again, the path descended into a valley and climbed over the next
set of mountains.
Our chosen route was way off the beaten track, as we barely encountered any
traffic, only the odd horse cart or ancient bus. Unsurprisingly, the paved road came
to an abrupt halt, causing us to battle along a dusty and rutted path until
eventually crawling into the junction town of Talanga.
You can imagine our surprise when we realised the approach road into the village
was used as a drag racing circuit (police appeared as the timekeepers). Cars raced
towards us like bats out of hell. Talanga seemed somewhat of a Wild West town
with an ancient central plaza and dirt roads.
We continued up and over another set of mountains until Gauimaca came into view,
a place that sported a simple lodge.
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(Leana)
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