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Cotopaxi to Quito

Distance: 38 miles

Av speed: 9.6 mph

Moving time: 3 h 44

Trip time: 6 h 58


After a night of prayer and manifestation that we would be able to see Volcan Cotopaxi, it was a great shame to wake up with our visibility still restricted to about 10m and no volcano in site. Freezing cold and a bit glum with yesterday’s climb up to Cotopaxi in vain, we decided to spend the night in Quito so we could clean our smelly clothes and eat some food other than pasta!


It didn’t help when we bumped into a local who mentioned in the dry season you could see 12 other volcanoes, including Chimborazo and Quilotoa. Resigned to the fact we would never see a volcano in Ecuador, we began the pedal out of the park to Quito.


Suddenly, having only pedalled a mile, we turned a corner and the clouds began to lift, meaning we could see the base of the Volcano and even a bit of snow! Immensely excited we waited, praying that more clouds would lift. Slowly but surely they did and half an hour later we were both stood in shock at the magnificent sight before us. Standing at 5,897m high and with no other mountains nearby she towered over us, with her snow-capped summit and red middle hugely impressive and perhaps even more so by the fact we had been so unlucky with the weather for the past three days.


After two hours of constantly stopping to take pictures we eventually were out of the park, peddling downhill for the next 20kms on a dirt track with no cars and with a huge volcano behind us – we couldn’t have been happier!!


Our tranquil country backroad eventually came to an end and we then had a 15km climb on a four-lane motorway into the nation’s capital to look forward to. Not for the first time wishing we had masks to filter out all of the black exhaust fumes we eventually made it to Quito. A hugely impressive sight as it sprawled as far as the eye could see, with the huge Volcan Pichincha standing high above it.


Checked into our nicish hotel and spent the evening exploring Quito’s Old Town and the seemingly endless number of squares and churches all dating from the 16th and 17th Centuries!


Quito to Camping Mitad Del Mundo (the Equator)

  Distance: 45 miles

 Average speed: 10.2 mph 

Moving time: 5 h 10

Door to door: 7 hours

Not wanting to rush out of one of South America’s oldest Spanish cities we decided to wake up early and take the cable car that stretches high above Quito with the summit at 4,000m. After taking a few photos and enjoying the incredible views over the city most people would probably head back down on the cable car but for some reason we had decided to bring our bikes, swapping the relaxing ride down for an adrenaline filled hour bumping down a very steep mountain path. The ride down itself was awesome, filled with incredible views and we felt like we got to see the real Quito cycling back in through the barrios on the outskirts. There was however one slight thing missing, the fact we hadn’t earnt the right to zoom downhill so maybe it tasted a little bit less sweet as normal.


Needing to buy a few bits and bobs, we didn’t leave the city until 4 o’clock, meaning another enjoyable evening riding in the dark with some serious elevation gain from 3,500 down to 1,500 and then back up to 3,000. We had set the target of reaching a popular camp site so were forced to keep going, although it was definitely worth as the man who ran it welcomed us as if we were his long lost sons and offered us a spot in an outhouse, saving us time putting up the tent.


The Equator to Los Andes

  Distance: 73 miles

 Average speed: 10.5 mph 

Moving time: 6 h 43

Door to door: 10 hours

Despite getting to bed fairly late last night by our standards, (anything beyond 9 pm) we were up early ready for a big push towards the border.


We struggled to leave however as our hosts, Valentin and Fernando gave us a full tour of their house, including lots of photo opportunities, and asked us endless questions about our bikes and England. They must be up there as the nicest people we have met all trip, and even loaded us up with fruit before we finally said farewell and headed for the Mitad del Mundo, the centre of the earth!!


Without knowing it we had actually crossed the equator late last night and needed to first return to the Southern Hemisphere to enter the site where a huge sun dial marks the equator. From the ‘fin del Mundo’ to the ‘mitad del Mundo’ it was an awesome moment to think how far we’d come all under our own steam. The site itself was actually really interesting, with the proceeds from visitors going towards a campaign to redraw the world map to make it horizontal. Their argument being that the current world map puts the northern hemisphere above the southern automatically, and is therefore biased toward northern superiority. An interesting thought!


Our last full day in Ecuador was then spent doing what we had done for much of the last month in the Andes. First a huge descent right down to 1,800 metres, stopping at the pretty town of Ibarra for Almuerzo (lunch), before a relentless climb back up to 3000 metres. We didn’t begin the climb until it was getting dark, so it was headphones in and three hours of gritty climbing before we finally got the tent up near the small village of Los Andes, back up to 2,500 metres.


Los Andes to roadside camp spot 20kms south of Pedregal

  Distance: 65 miles

 Average speed: 10 mph 

Moving time: 6 hours

Door to door: 10 hours

The first battle of our final day in Ecuador came early as torrential rain made getting out of the tent that bit harder. Soaking wet and not in the best spirits we then faced our second challenge, cycling the 70kms to the border with no money and only a few pieces of bread as we had run out of dollars the night before.


Luckily a nice lady took pity on us when we asked if she took card (she didn’t!) and loaded us up with apples and bananas.


Although we have really enjoyed our brief stint into Ecuador, the cycling had been pretty relentless and so too had the weather, as the rain poured on nearly every day of being here. It was fitting then that our last day in Ecuador was spent battling a 2000m climb right up to 3,300 metres in freezing cold torrential rain. It was pretty hard going, especially as no shop on our route took cards.


Our reward though for struggling through five very bleak hours couldn’t have been better, as a huge KFC welcomed us into the city of Tulcán. Safe to say a lot of money was spent and Colonel Sanders’ fried chicken has never tasted so good.


Spirits lifted we then pushed on to the border, both extremely excited to finally have made it to Colombia, a country we have been told is the holy grail for cycle touring. Our good spirits soon came crashing down however as we saw first-hand the awful effect the Venezuelan crisis is having on the country’s people. Since Lima we have seen Venezuelans nearly every day, walking or hitchhiking in the opposite direction to us, with numbers increasing the further we have come. Especially during the last few tough days in the rain, we have constantly been reminded that we have no need to complain as young parents push prams past us in the soaking rain. Sadder than just seeing this mass migration is the fact that many Ecuadorians we spoke to have said the Venezuelans were a problem for the country and from the few conversations we had it seems feelings might have soured toward them somewhat. With 1 million in Ecuador and 4 million in Colombia, it's not hard to imagine the huge burden that this is putting on the two countries. It was no surprise then that the border was complete chaos, with Venezuelans camped around either side of the border. We were constantly told by people to be careful of our things which probably made it a bit more stressful. Luckily the security guard helped us to jump the queue and the whole process took about 2 hours - and we were in Colombia!!!!!!!!!! 


 Everything thing we’ve heard / read about cycling in Colombia has been positive, and we were not to be disappointed as the clouds soon lifted during our first few kms and we were finally cycling under blue skies again! With the border taking much longer than expected we ended up cycling two hours in the dark, finding somewhere just off the Pan-American Highway, as ever exhausted but extremely happy to have made it to Colombia!


Road side camp spot to (another!) road side camp spot 15kms on from Pasto