My friend and I have moved to a B&B in Cali’s zona rosa. Today we went for a ride to a place called Kilometro 18 for lunch after a quick tour of the neighbourhood.
The track (in blue)
We rode up into the hills through the barrios
For lunch, here
But it was closed. So we ate roadside here
It had an impressive kitchen
The bowl in the middle is boffe ahumado, cow lung, and awesome. Bottom right is a chorizo, in a very flexible membrane so the shape was unusual and a tad gross looking
Anyway, on the way back we filled up with gas. The attendant was like anyone in a uniform in Colombia – keen
Watched a crowd form around a fender bender and everyone break into happy diagnostic discussion
And stopped at a viewpoint. There was this guy my age with his ancient and really tiny mom (I was guessing) there enjoying the view. I wondered how she’d got there
Then unbelievably she was wearing a helmet
And walking our way
And stopped for a moment watching the traffic. See for yourself, you know how big a helmet is – she’s about 3-foot-something tall
She walked slowly on by, leaning heavily on her cane, and climbed onto the wall behind us. The son was talking to her the whole time, giving her instructions
Then she made a jump for it. I nearly cheered
And they were off. Valiente, said my friend
Saludos
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