I just had lunch and enjoyed some miles of asphalt roads when I drove into this tunnel. There was no light, just (sometimes) knee-deep pools of water and the sound of dripping water. I thought that this 2-mile long tunnel was a hell whole and started to get worried. Yeah, it was a bit spooky and I softly cried for my mother. She told me not to worry. You see, when I’m in trouble help always is underway, which is so true. The funny thing is that most of the time help comes within five or ten minutes, but not this time. I thought I had a better chance at the edge. The middle part of the tunnel was full of water. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Don’t forget that the bike is fully loaded and weighs with me 400 k’s, 800 pounds. And my bike is low and gets stuck easily. So I chose for the edge. Wrong: quicksand, silence, darkness, cold, wet, tears. I think I stood there half an hour or so, watching the darkness. The bike sank to his axle in the mud. I just had a small lamp to see what was going on. Eventually I pulled the bike out myself. And just when I was about to set off this Toyota guy showed up and I was surrounded by bright light. I truly was relieved when I saw the end of the tunnel. The light was so clear.
Pues part two of this early Monday morning ride. Boy did we have fun. The Guzzi and I don’t mind bad roads, as long as we know that they are bad. Then we are prepared. For the newcomers, the road from Macas to Riobamba is actually non existing. It’s a tough climb on a stone road. I go through the national park of Sangay. The Guzzi and I started at an altitude of 900 meters and had to climb to 3500 meters to cross this Andes mountain-ridge. The Cayambe volcano was a walk around the park compared with this. The bike is very old and not built for these circumstances. But I know now that my Guzzi can climb every, including the Mount Everest if he was around, no lie. The only problem is the ground clearance and the suspension (front). Left fork lost all the oil, I guess. Happy travels in 2007.