0 00.000

I haven’t ridden in a few days. The fact of the matter is that it’s been hard to go through Medellin, Carti or Quito without a bit of partying. I haven’t fessed up to this before, but now I can, because I’m comfortable that  ‘it won’t happen again‘ because there seems to be a big social blank ahead on the map for quite a long way, like thousands of miles. Maybe.

This morning Lucinda and I headed off into the mountains, alone together for the first time in awhile. The track
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Quito is at 9300 feet and we’re rapidly over 11000 feet passing through small villages. Lucinda’s happy to be the focus of attention. This is someone’s driveway
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The mountains are lush but steep sided and the riding requires concentration
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The trees are high canopy
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We arrive at Mindo, a town that’s famous for being in a reserve with one of the highest concentration of birds in the world – over 450 species. But I’m doing an out-and-back, shaking cobwebs out and do a u-ey through the eco industry town so don’t stop
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Back down through the mountains
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I’m trophy hunting for something in this valley, the reason we headed NW this morning
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I’ve set my GPS earlier in the day with a waypoint crossing the equator.

But we’re out by 97 feet
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I find the exact hit, mas o menos about 2 feet, just a bit away around Moraspungo street
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Here we are exactly, at the side of the road, the equator, 0 00.000. I sit on the opposite road side and look at her for a while, appreciating our many miles together, how pretty she is, how she listens quietly to every trouble I have, how she carries me through when I’m finished and have nothing left, and I wonder if she knows I’ll never leave her for another
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A detail from the day’s track
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We’ll be crossing 0 00.000 the other way together, with luck, on the other side of the Pacific, in about 10 months. But that’s just an idea, who knows what will happen.

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  1. Re “I wonder if she knows I’ll never leave her for another”… one day when you’re back on land, a Ducati will pass by and flip up her red skirt at you. And in a shot, you’ll be off in hot pursuit.

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