A short day through a huge dryish canyon with radical switchbacks and ridge hugging. I was glad to be out of San Gil.
We climbed for an hour then had a view of the canyon. You can see the road on the hillside in various places. Completely free, wandering, fast riding in a strange land.
Photoswop at a rest stop. Deeper than the Grand Canyon and nominated for one of the ‘wonders of the world’. And of course not many pics because I was in riding heaven
Twisties for hours
Then, tired, into Giron, another small colonial town, where Lucinda found a home for the night in a hotel right on the town square
Giron is busy and happy. A very nice place to run into after San Gil.
People everywhere. Nice
A crowd gathered on the church side of the square
They were intent on various acts as each did their thing for a short while. Like this mime
It amazes me how they don’t care if the scalping act is good or bad, they cozy up with each other, applaud like it’s the best thing they’ve ever seen, and mean it. The same as everyone on the chicken buses in Guatemala, all buying the candy after the bullshit sales pitch, the community is also my family perhaps.
Video: after dark, a chaotic and happy motorcycle/scooter procession (rights to leave first, like a BC ferry) out via the square. I haven’t decided if it would have been ok to join in this sort of thing with Lucinda, we saw it before in Antigua, but the cost of being wrong is too high to risk it