My intention was to ride as close to the Ecuador border as possible. But once I reached a small town called Timbio, I was warned by a few people that the route is dangerous. Couple of different people gestured to me with pulling the trigger of a gun and said donīt ride at night. So I proceeded till I found a fuel station and camped for the night. It was a well deserved rest. However, around 3 a.m. I heard the bike crashing to the ground and the sound of a truck reversing. I feared the worst. Screeming on top of my voice I ran out of the tent. By then the truck driver had already realized his mistake and started driving off. I was so lucky that he didnīt flatten the tent and myself in it!
There may be scientists who will have a scientific definition of the word beauty. If you ask me the same question I have a simpler answer. It's whatever makes you feel good. Region between Pasto and Ipales. Colombia