With all the luggage, biking is suddenly another experience. My bike changes its caliber from a versatile hopper to a camión which imperturbable follows its well-set way.

Despite the increased attraction the packed bike creates, I stop only once in the heavy traffic crossing the barrios del Sur: to replace a little screw in my shoe at a little garage. While I stand waiting barefooted and just as the questions of the three mechanicians concerning the value of the bike and my exact route become somehow obtrusive, a fast sequence of gun-shots nearby interrupt our talk. Surprisingly enough, the people around do not hide away but after a second of shock run to the source -a cab in the middle of the road- to calm down the conflict. After 30km more, I am glad to see the shabby facades of the suburb giving way to lower barracks and then to some meager green along the road. I am finally out of Bogotá!

Following the Ruta 40 via Sibaté and Granada I have to ascend by 300m to a pass at 2840m for two hours while the rest of the day is pure delight: a long and steady descent of 1000m at 20km into the valley of the Río Magdalena.
With ‚the leaving daylights‘ (and mine as well) I arrive Fasugasuga.