So I guess we are officially backpackers for the rest of the
trip. That is a strange concept to absorb as we bump along on the magic bus
towards Tulcan. The ride should be about 6hrs maximum with a cost of $6/person,
the bus is comfortable and similar to a Greyhound. This is actually a refreshing
change from riding as we can chat freely, watch the scenery and take in what we
are seeing without worry of crashing into something. By the time we arrive in
Tulcan we decided to carry on across the border into Pasto, we have a friend in
Pasto who is expecting us and didn’t mind that we would be arriving late. We
just stepped off the bus and a nice little lady asked if we were going to
Colombia, and if so would we like to share a taxi to the border. The actual
border is only 10km from the bus depot and a $3.50 cab fare, we decided quickly
to share the taxi and chat with the couple along the way. They were trying to
be helpful with the border process as well but just didn’t understand that it
is a different process for foreigners. We need multiple copies of our passports
and entry stamps so while we are waiting for copies they are already stamped
out of Ecuador and across the bridge into Colombia.
Helpful biker pushing the truck as the mechanic sleeps in the chair. |
Vendors come on the bus at stop lights. |
Cute little girl in front of us, she was so well behaved. |
We on the other hand are now standing in line and waiting
for service, then we are sitting in the penalty box as they sort out our
passports. It appears that when we entered Ecuador the officer pulled up our
names in the computer but did not update our passport numbers. This has caused
problems more than once, I am not sure why we get new passport numbers when we renew
our passports, it should be like a driver’s license, one number for life. But I
digress. Eventually we are given back our papers and we are free to go across
the bridge and start the Colombia entry.
To our surprise, Canada has imposed an entry fee for
Colombian visitors into Canada, thus Colombia has reciprocated with a $65USD
entry fee for Canadians. Payable in cash only, despite what I later read
online. At the time it made a significant difference because we did not have
$130USD on our person, we had $22USD, some Euros, some Peruvian Soles, and some
change from various countries. The money changers were more than happy to give
me a less than desireable exchange rate for all this which allowed me to get my
fee paid and passport stamped, then I jumped into a cab for the 10km ride into
Ipiales to get more money, then back to the border to pay Brenda’s fee. All the
while Brenda sat patiently in the secure area of the immigration department.
One more plan change, it is not too late and we are too tired to carry on to
Pasto so we stop in Ipiales for the night.
Looking back across the bridge at Ecuador. |
Stopping for the day is rarely a bad decision and we are
treated to a modest hotel room and breakfast. It is cool in Ipiales at night
and as most buildings do not have central heating the cold weather is managed by
numerous heavy wool blankets, the floor is still cold as ice but that is what
shoes are for. After what seemed like a ten minute knap it was breakfast and a
short walk to the bus depot and off to Pasto. A short and very curvy 2hr ride
later and we were in Pasto.
Our friend Armando asked us to call him if we were ever in
Pasto so we found a Claro outlet and bought a SIM card ($1.80CAD including
200MB data and 15minutes of local calling), wow do we get ripped off with
cellular plans at home. The rest of the day is spent getting settled at
Armando’s house and a quick tour of his city. It was nice to catch up on what
has been happening in his life, last year he was on his way to Bahia Blanca
Argentina to see his two boys and their mother. That visit was very important
to Armando as he does not get many opportunities to spend time with his
children. Armando also understated his love of music, his house is adorned with
guitars, keyboards, woodwind instruments including a flute, clarinet, and saxophone,
and what band would be complete without a drum set. He is self taught and like
Brenda’s parents plays music “by ear”.
We enjoy our time in Pasto and not having the motorbikes
with us changed Armando’s plans a bit but did allow us to take a tour of the nearby
lake and a short lived dirt road tour looking for his friends house. Aside from
that he also took us to the local dirt track to attend the first race of the
year. The race was for trucks and the course was a mix of a speed loop and an
MX root. It was very entertaining as the competitors are all amateurs and some
were using what looked like their family vehicle.
This is also the track where Armando hold the
speed record in the motorcycle 450cc class, as it turns out he was a successful
racer until a bit of maturity and fear factor caught up to him. Of course the
whole weekend was filled with good food, as Pasto has a diverse selection of
restaurants to choose from, and laughs. We teased Armando about coming to
Canada for a ride, he is thinking about it.
All this fun and friendship winds down as we once again head
to the bus depot for the last overland travel of our trip. The 16hr bus ride
from Pasto to Bogota. Our bus is a double decker style with the luxury seats on
the lower level and the regular seats on the top level. We bought tickets for
the lower level which worked out well as the leather seats fully reclined to
allow for a more comfortable sleep after watching a movie on the 46” plasma
screen TV. The driver must have nerves of steel driving these mountain roads in
the dark, and from what we could see, in the rain as well.
We arrive in Bogota at 1pm and go straight to the airport,
we have 12 hrs before we fly out but are not interested in seeing Bogota while
packing our luggage around. It is a long wait for the plane after the bus ride
but it a nice airport with lots of shops to look through and a few good quality
restaurants. Finally we get to check in for the flight and shortly thereafter
we are on the plane. Ah crap, we got put in the emergency row which means no
reclining seats for a 6 hr red-eye flight. Such a first world problem. Then it
is tackling the Houston airport with it’s 5 terminals and train system. From
here Brenda goes to Phoenix where her parents will pick her up so they can
spend some time together in Yuma. I will be heading straight to Calgary so I
can collect the bikes from the airport and get to work for Monday. My summer
will be busy this year fixing the bikes in preparation for the next leg of our
world tour, wherever that may be.
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