Busy hiking in Salento

We are still in Salento without internet. We had two days of hiking around Salento. The first day we caught a jeep to Valle de Cocora, and I had my most technical hiking ever. We had to cross a mountain stream 6 times without proper bridges. I had to apply every bridge crossing skill I know plus event a few new ones. And since it was an "out and back" hike, I got to cross each bridge twice. It was not pretty.

When walking in the horse trenches trails got too hard, I learned to crisscross barbed wire fences. It's a good thing that I am not yet too old to acquire such skills. Of course John learned all this as a boy.

Today's hike along the road to Toche is practically a stroll compared to yesterday's, on a gravel road, among the hills that we see from our porch with very nice views back to the town, and at the peak of the road, a view to Valle de Cocora. Since it is a Sunday, there were more bicyclists and horses on the road than cars or people walking.

The Wax Palms of Valle de Cocora - altitude 2600 meters.


On the way up the valley we slogged along the horse track. On the way down we hopped over the barbed wire and walked in the pastures.


Sun-Ling crossing a log bridge over the Rio Quindio on her hands and knees.



View to Valle de Cocora on our second hike along the road to Toche.

We don't have internet in Salento

[I am writing this offline as we decided not to move to a room with internet.]

Yesterday (10/08) we arrived in Salento after dark. After a brief circuit, we decided to take a room for its charm even though there is no Wi-Fi.

This morning we were really taken with the view from the balcony/porch. Still we went around town looking for internet, but our search did not turn up a place that has more charm or better view, internet or not, so we are without internet for a change.

Thus far on this trip we have enjoyed having internet very much. It really makes us feel connected with the world, family, and friends.

Our hotel room porch at Posada del Angel.
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And another view from the porch.

Bogota is hard to place

Bogota, at 8,650 feet above sea level, poses no altitude problem for us having acclimatized in Tunja (9200 ft), but we were not expecting so much somber weather. In three days we had less than three hours of sun, many hours of overcast and rain, but we were never cold.

Old city center.


Plaza Bolivar.


Traffic: Rain keeps the pollution down. There is a LOT of vehicle traffic, even though private cars have been severely limited. Being the big fans of public transportation, John and I are totally enamored with the TransMilenio. This is only solution that we have ever experienced that is conceivable for Shanghai as well as Raleigh, and of course anywhere in between. Yet every now and then there would be a horse drawn cart going down the road.

"TransMilenio Only" road near our hotel


Carrera 7 traffic


Police: The city applies so much police presence on the street, there is rarely a moment that I don't spot a uniform around. Yet after rush hour, pedestrians evaporate from the streets with astounding rate for a city of 8 million.

People: For such a big city, people are amazingly friendly. Everyone goes out of their way to not interfering with photo taking, but if the two of us ever started to argue about directions, we are sure to draw a crowd of helpers. When we turned up at the National Library wanting to look at the atrium, the Library called in its English-speaking historian for a private tour.

Atrium of the National Library


Museums:
For a capital I had expected the number of the museums, but the quality of the exhibits really impressed me. What is more surprising is the dizzying number of free museums. Yet they could not managed to turn up a "changing of the guards" on schedule.

Museo Botero


Eateries: The good thing is that lunches are very much on time. Bogota has more vegetarian restaurants than we have days to sample. In fact I am beginning to suspect Bogota has more restaurants and cafes per capita than Shanghai. Yet there are just as many street vendors with homemade or packaged food and drinks.

Zukini Vegetarian Restaurant.

Flashing Lights

We pulled out of Tunja at about 9:30 on a big green, Chinese-made Libertadores bus with attendant and toilet, and almost immediately came to a complete stop on the expressway south to Bogota. Strange, no traffic coming the other way.

Looking ahead I saw that all south-bound traffic was queued up behind two official looking vehicles with flashing lights on top, one in each lane. None of the other passengers seemed concerned and most kept their eyes on the Jackie Chan movie playing on the front video screen.

After 5 minutes or so we began to move, and for the next 5 miles or so made good time, all the while staying behind the 2 vehicles with flashing lights. But still no north-bound traffic on the other side on the median. Hmmn. And lots of police at intersections. I started to worry and wonder. Was this a convey to go around some road construction or avalanche? Were we caught behind the motorcade of some high-ranking government official or visiting foreign dignitaries? Were we being escorted through an area of guerrilla activity?

No, no, and no. Turns out our bus was caught behind the rolling road closure for Stage 4 of the Clásico RCN bike race. It began to make sense as the miles rolled on. The policemen were there to control traffic. The locals on side of the road were spectators. The many bicyclists we saw were also out to watch and in many cases "follow" the race. And the aha moment was when, ahead in the distance, I saw a team car with bicycles on top.

Unfortunately, we could not see any of the race as we were behind the last placed riders. And we were traveling at about 20 mph, occasionally coming to a complete stop, making a slow trip to Bogota.

Fortunately, the bus was not rerouted and we got off as planned at the Portal del Norte station of the Bogota TransMilenio bus rapid transit (BRT) system and were snug in a hotel by 3:00 PM.

View of red TransMilenio buses from our hotel window.

Tunja is cold

We are in Tunja, 9200 feet above sea level, on a plateau. Unlike the previous towns, it is not surrounded by mountains. It is a very vibrant city and has some of the oldest (second half of 16th century) houses and churches on the continent.

At 9200 feet and 5 degrees north it is hot in the sun, but the mornings and evenings are fairly cool. People are dressed in every which way, from short sleeve t-shirts, to woolen ponchos, to winter coats. Ladies wear sandals in bare feet to knee high boots and everything in between.

Now that I had a taste of Tunja, I can just see I will want to buy some warmer clothes (maybe a hair dryer) later in Bolivia, maybe even in Peru. I do have a little headache today. We are going down 600-700 feet to Bogota tomorrow. Maybe my headache will go away.

Plaza Bolivar.


Street scene.


Casa del Fundador (House of the Founder). Built in 1540.


Casa del Don Juan de Vargas. Built in the late 16th century.


Statue of the Virgin del Rosario in a side chapel of Templo de Santo Domingo de Guzman. Construction started in 1559.