We got an early start to the day. We left our hotel at six with a packed lunch. I was feeling better, so I managed to eat the boring sandwich.
We made a stop at a cute roadside place. I bought some yogurt and relaxed. That’s when we heard the news that the road ahead was washed out.
This set off a shitstorm (pardon my language) of griping and arguing. The group is fracturing and people want to go there own way. Several hours later, nothing has been solved.
So, we made our way to Bucaramanga by climbing over mountains at low speed. It was bumpy but, at times, gorgeous.
We checked into a fancy hotel–part of the Solar Chain. We went out to eat, but the bumpy ride aggravated my stomach and I could only nibble at my meal.