Rain, Pain and Sugar Cane

November 12th to 17th

The weather never really clears, just grey drizzle interspersed with heavy downpours. The rainy season should be coming to an end now in Colombia, but if anything it's intensifying. But, we can find no more excuses to stay in a cosy hostal in Salento and finally leave under pregnant skies.

Just 2kms out we are forced to stop for running repairs to Sue's brakes....

We cross the Quindio valley once more under a canopy of arrow straight eucalyptus trees choked by creepers with vivid orange flowers....

Then the heavens open and people scatter using whatever means of transport available to get out of the incessant rain....

Once back on the main Highway, the ride is a long, steady descent as we roll off the side of the Cordillera Central towards the broad Cauca River valley. We make good time as first Armenia, then Calcedenia then Sevilla fly by.

The descent continues....

From the cool pine and eucalyptus scented air, past the coffee and passion fruit plantations we drop through ever changing growing regions and the air begins to warm noticeably. Evidence of Colombia's ancient railway network criss-crosses the road and rivers as it meanders alongside the highway....

Constructed to move coffee and banana crops it now lies unused and falls slowly into decay. Sadly, old steam locomotives are more likely to be seen decorating parks than hauling cash crops to market....

Disused rails arrow off into the distance....

We pass out of the coffee region and into cattle country....

And finally to the Cauca. The broad flood plains of the Cauca River sit at an altitude of around 1000m and at this latitude the sun is fierce and the air hot. The long rainy season makes this ideal ground for the next cash crop we encounter - sugar cane. As far as the eye can see fields of tall grasses sway in the breeze interspersed by devastated brown scrub where the woody stalks have been cut down and harvested. The scene stretches off towards the distant Western mountain range and a mirror image is repeated on the other side of the road towards the Central range....

Great road trains of between four and six wagons thunder past us loaded with cane sugar....

The cane will be crushed and boiled in huge vats to extract a sweet sticky brown liquid that is solidified into blocks reminiscent of building bricks called 'Panela'. Roadside cafes serve pint sized soup bowls of hot panela with a soft creamy cheese - 'Panela con Queso' for about US$1.50 and it's a fabulous cyclista pick-me-up.

We cover the 250kms to Cali in three gloomy rain sodden days. Cali is the largest city in the south of Colombia with over 2.25 million people. Large Colombian cities and touring bikes do not mix well, so we decide to ride on. Stopping to check the map we encounter Alfonso in his truck. He decides the best way to navigate the city is for us to follow him whilst he shows us the way. We proceed to bring the city to a standstill as he crawls at bicycle pace through the congested city streets. At intersections we have to weave through stationary traffic to find the cause of the delay is Alfonso who has blocked the road in his parked truck to allow us time to catch up. He's oblivious to the gridlock behind him and couldn't be more helpful to us even offering us a bed for the night if we chose to stay in Cali. For the sake of other motorists we decide to head on and leave the blaring horns and traffic chaos at the city limits.

Thanks Alfonso - muy amable and my first truck escort through a major city....

After Cali we leave the flat river valley and begin the 800m (2650ft) climb up to Popayan, the capital of the Cauca region. Fortunately the road is shaded as the climb is hot from this low altitude....

Unfortunately I've been suffering on and off from tooth ache for a couple of weeks. After Cali it suddenly flares up mightily leaving me pacing the streets of a small village Mondomo at four in the morning. The prospect of finding a dentist in Colombia for some fairly major work on two of my back teeth filled me with a kind of dread and is a nightmare I've been trying to avoid at all costs. So, I have been taking the approach that if I ignore the pain it will just go away.

Not so!

Sleepless nights of rocking, groaning and praying to a god that I do not really believe in during the wee small hours suggests that my nightmare will now come to pass in Popayan.

Just a note of tooth ache....

What is it really all about?

I mean from an evolutionary/survival-of-the-species point of view.

I get the whole concept of pain thing.... that does actually work and serves a useful purpose.

Stick your hand in a fire - I guess you need to know about that pretty sharpish; pain is a fine messenger.

It goes like this.... Fire-> Pain-> Move hand PDQ -> Lesson learned - no more sticking hands in fires and the species gets to survive a little while longer - job done!

That's good pain....

But tooth ache is different!

It's just a bit too evil in my opinion.

Consider the cave man - awash with his new found fire/pain educational experience.

Now he has tooth ache!

How does the triumph of sidestepping the being-burned-alive scenario translate?

What is he supposed to do now?

Invent Novocaine?

Toothache just doesn't seem to fall into the whole burn your hand, useful category of pain - it just hurts and I don't like it!!

Grumpy thoughts of a sleep deprived man in pain I guess and we roll wearily into a wet, grey Popayan and set about finding a dentist with strong drugs and hopefully a not too rusty set of hammers and pliers