We departed Medellín in the company of a couple of hundred other cyclists, all climbing a big mountain on a Sunday just for fun. The descent brought us into Colombia’s coffee heartland, but we still had to cycle up and over the Central Andes. We climbed up to a picturesque mountain town, and then over the 11,083 ft (3,378 m) Alto de La Línea pass - one of the highest in the country - where forests of wax palms (Colombia’s national tree) grow among the clouds. From there we dropped back down to the Music Capital of Colombia, and spent a couple of weeks enjoying the Colombian National Folk Festival, where groups from all over the country come to celebrate their cultural heritage.

Our ascent into the Andes Mountains began gently, as we cycled upstream along one of Colombia’s biggest rivers. But soon enough we were climbing out of the valley, and discovered just how formidable the Andes can be. After several days of cycling through a deep canyon flowing with waterfalls, forests shrouded in clouds, and high mountain pastures, we had gained 9,000 ft (2,745 m) in elevation. From there we plunged into Medellín in a single, long and grueling day - where a rest in The City of Eternal Spring rejuvenated us for the road ahead.

We had arrived at the Darien Gap in Panama, where all roads end - requiring travel by air or water to reach Colombia. Our ‘quick, 1-hour flight’ from Panama to Colombia took 19 hours longer than expected, but at least our bicycles survived unscathed. Eventually we arrived in the historic, walled city of Cartagena. From there we cycled across a broad plain whose culture reminded us more of the Caribbean than South America. Airy buildings with thatched roofs lined chocolate-brown waterways and seaside beaches, with vast expanses of green savanna in between. Soaked in sweat from the heat and humidity, we looked forward to the higher elevations and cooler temperatures of the Andes Mountains which lay in our path to the south.