Fitzgeraldo – the man and his boat – was a softy. We all know that. Like him I had to get my steamer over this mountain-ridge. The difference between Fitzgeraldo and me is that he had hundreds of helpers, I none. You see I got myself trapped in Macas, the capital of the state Morona-Santiago near the border of Peru. My goal was to drive back to Quito to spend Christmas among friends. I mean, to suffer alone on the Guzzi while El Flaco (Jesus) celebrates his birthday is a bit too much, que te parece Guzman? But how, there are only two roads from Macas to civilization and they are bad? And that’s an understatement. The cart-rude (karrenspoor) to Puyo, where you can find better roads to Quito, I knew already. So there was no alternative to face evil and to choose for the direction of Riobamba. It’s a 150 km (70 miles) ride through the national park of Sangay. No asphalt-roads, just rocks. 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. Don’t forget that the bike is fully loaded and weighs 320 kilo’s. The tires are as good as gone. We had to wade through several rivers, but the Guzzi never failed on me although we do this nearly two years now. It took us 12 hours to get to Riobamba. I talk a lot in the first movie. I mutter about the difficulties driving a bike like this (suspension and ground clearance) and that life is beautiful. Well, I hope that you people with your busy lifestyles have time to watch a 4.30-minute movie on Internet. I wish you all happy travels in 2007.