Dear Juliette, I am at Machete Pelao. I thought about you a lot today and I'm glad you're comfortably settled in the shed because your constitution is not suitable for this place.
This morning, I went to Quebrada Valencia. A beautiful walk along a river and at the end, a waterfall lost in the jungle where my companion took a dip.
On the way back, we meet a Colombian who has lived in Paris for 30 years and who has returned to her roots. She has a farm with ducks, pigs, chickens, and...she sells cannabis cakes that she bakes herself. She explains to me that they are perfect to give a little extra to Valentine's Day...
We return to our motorbikes, and on the way to Machete Pelao, after refuelling.
My Juliette, you who only like super gasoline, perhaps you would not have appreciated the liquid of unknown origin with which I fuel your rival.
I must confess that it took me a while to recognize the gas stations. A simple can on the side of the street, sometimes even a two litre of soft drink filled with a yellow liquid.
Some roads are very nice but the road to Machete is more suitable for an Enduro than for a nice road bike like you.
So I climb, I climb, and I honk at every turn to warn of my presence. The narrow road, with its hairpin bends, requires these precautions.
I finally arrive at Machete Pelao, a village lost in the mountains which is the base camp from where the walkers leave to go to the Lost City.
La Ciudad Perdida is an ancient Pre-Columbian city rediscovered in 1972. It was founded around 800 AD.J.-C, 650 years earlier than Machu Picchu.
It takes between 4 and 6 days of walking to get there, including the ascent of 1200 stone steps in the middle of the jungle.
I like walking, but not that much…so I will continue to ride my motorcycle.
credit: Ciudad perdida, Viator.com
The descent is easier. Already, I feel more at ease on your rival.
To say that two years ago I cried when I had to learn to take a curve with a motorcycle on a beautiful asphalt circuit. Now, I put on the curves with a little shiver...of pleasure.
The day was very pleasant, so why not end it on a high note. So, I head to playa Costeña to enjoy a cocktail on the beach while admiring the pretty youth hostels and the fishing boats that line it.
I'm thinking of you my Juliette and I am longing to see you again ❤️