It was exhausting. Slow, as in having mountain bikes pass you going up hill. Slow, as in going down hill, gearing and lightly braking, having everyone pass you again. Cold, leaving Bogota’s mountains and sweltering hot across the farmlands, then entering the rainforest, before finally arriving two days later on the Caribbean coast, Santa Marta.
I’m incredibly grateful I made it. It was quite a challenge, no copilot. I got lost a few times, almost ran out of gas, there where not many places that accepted credit cards. Having to take the toll roads a few times, was very costly.
Not knowing where I was going to sleep every night was a major stressor as well. I just had to put my faith in the expedition God’s that I’d make it, and I did. Much more to the story coming and thank you following. If you have any great cross country driving stories I’d love to about them.
Driving a 1986 Land Rover Santana Series 3, with a top speed of 53 mph. No abs, drum brakes, no gps, cruise control, air conditioning, the list goes on. Stay tuned.
Thank goodness I had no mechanical issues on the road.