The road is straight, arrow-straight at times, and filled with transport trucks and long-distance busses. All of that adds up to some very fast, if not interesting, riding.
Fast riding, that is until we hit another 2 traffic jams each 2.5 kms long. In each case the cause was a washed out bridge.
It looks like this will continue to be a daily problem for all cars and trucks traveling Ruta 45 to and from the costa.
Once again, thankfully, motorcycles are allowed to creep right up the front of the traffic jam, and so avoid any lengthy wait. We were delayed for perhaps 30 minutes, whereas the for the truck drivers, that's probably a good 4 hours spent in that one line.
We stopped for lunch a small truck stop. We were instantly swarmed by a bunch of local kids looking for money, food and just plain curious about the travelers.
We ended the night a little further up the road at the Hotel Ejecutivo, in Bosconia.
Here's a picture of little Juan Camillo and his Mom. She works at the small take away restaurant next to the hotel.
We're all sick right now. Around dinner time, Troy's stomach was too bloated and upset to eat. A few hours later he had feverish chills, and was throwing up.
Around 3:00 AM both Tim and I began throwing up as well. We all had diarrhea.
I'll spare you the photos..
All of us are too sore, weak and tired to even consider riding today
So, we have to stay one extra day in this little truck stop along this dusty highway.
Still Goin' Toco...
Location:Carrera 3 13,Bosconia,Colombia
sounds like food poisoning,just don,t stand on head.
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