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Shattered: Hitchhiking from Ecuador to Bogota

 We are shattered. Exhausted, often finding ourselves apologising because we're too tired to speak Spanish or sometimes even English.

We arrived in Bogota nigh on two weeks ago, as highly illegal cargo hiding on the open-air bed of another giant Kenworth truck. Due to fairly strict regulations, hitchhiking is fairly difficult in Colombia. I needn't highlight what these regulations are because in practice they don't matter. Not even the law will stop Colombians from helping people. People from all walks of life have broken the law to help us here: professors, farmers, eldery gentlemen, police officers, musicians and truck drivers alike. The road was tough, with a lot of waiting and a lot of doubt. We even discussed the possibility of catching a bus at one point (funded by my dad, who was in Bogota and was willing to transfer ticket money). Sat under the eaves of a petrol station watching the rain pour down after that offer, we came pretty close to giving in. But that is not what this trip is about, and in the end we decided to get back out there. Immediately we were rewarded with a huge bunch of bananas from a driver who didn't have space for us but wanted to help.

A Little Post from the Big Desert

Just like that we wrote off Bolivia. It was a tough decision but in all honesty came with a wave of welcome relief in the relentless sun of the Atacama desert.

We had been trying to find out as much information as possible on our hitch up, and each person, of course, said something different. The general picture we got was:

We will be kindnapped by drug smugglers on the border, who will take us to perhaps the friendliest country on earth. It will be raining the whole time, but only in the afternoon. It will be so easy to hitchhike- the easiest place in the world, no less!- but, it is the most difficult place on the whole continent to hitchhike. The people will hate you, but they are the friendliest people you will ever meet. Most of all though, you will die on the roads.

The Uncertain Way Home

Cold, wet, tired, hungry, happy.

Everywhere now I feel it. I hear it. Constantly. Everything has changed now. Of course it hasn’t, but my view has shifted and just like that things have begun to align, to fall from nowhere and softly into place.

I’ve been trying to write more pieces about our travels, but it is becoming forced, especially when internet access is so scarce and actual typing time so limited. More than that, as I look back it feels too close and I find myself dazzled by the brightness of it all. I wonder if perhaps I will be able to see it all more clearly from a distance. Which would be fitting as there is a great deal of that to come.