Eventually I stopped and sat mid hill, emotionally exhausted but physically numb… Bags, check. Chileaquiles in my belly, check. Gas, check. A bit of water and a bag of cookies. Destination Urique Canyon. Up and down and up and down again. Try not to get killed by drunk truckers orHočem več!

​Some days the road doesn’t count. What counts is that you are going… San Francisco was too much fun, but the point of this trip is to get to South America right? Like a long gone ex girlfriend that creeps in your thoughts when you’re riding for too long withoutHočem več!