***We have a movie on board***
A lot has happened since I left Colombia. I stayed a month in Quito, Ecuador’s capital where I met Mary a Colombian sweetheart. She’s the owner of the hotel I stayed in. She’s married with an Ecuadorian scumbag, has a beautiful little daughter and all and lives a unusual double life only I know about. She scares the shit out of my sister and I do understand, I really do. Daantje doesn’t trust her. My sister knows more or less what my dear does for a living so I can’t blame her. But don’t forget that my sister looks at a photo and reads some words of mine, no more. I am the only one who can look in her heart – and I tell you Mary is beautiful, 100 percent Latina. And she promised me that nobody would harm me while she’s with me. Think she likes me Guzman? You think she really does? I mean since I left Mexico my self-confidence got a serious blow, no lie. Anyway it was a little dangerous to fool around in the hotel, her husband Don Dickhead is a real machista and was most of the time around, so we had to wait until Mary could travel to Tulcan near the Colombian border. That got me a bit nervous. First of all, I could be an easy Farc-target, well at least in my imagination. The Farc is present in Ecuador as well. Second I had to drive back. I never drive back I always face forward. I’m afraid to drive back, I really am. The last time I did that I got myself afterwards in mental trouble.
But I went back, the second time this trip and everything turned out to be absolutely fine. I didn’t like Ecuador that much in the beginning. Thought that the people were rude and all. And when I left Tulcan for the second time it felt that I got a second change in Ecuador. It’s strange, but it seems that the people are nicer and I see more now. I stop in little places, like I did before in Colombia, just to see what’s going on. So the Guzzi came to a halt in Cayambe, 50 miles north of Quito. At first I didn’t know what I was doing in Cayambe until I saw in the morning the volcano Cayambe that has an altitude of almost 6000 meters. Aha, nice climbing project, the Guzzi and I thought. The last time the Guzzi and I tried to climb a volcano we failed badly. That was in Honduras. I got badly burned and had to face defeat. To revenge ourselves we at least intended to climb this 6000 meters high volcano fucker, the biggest motorcycle adventure in months. I got it all on film. Yeah, the little Canon Power Shot SD450 did an excellent job. Pues, this is all about a second change. People say that the first impression has the most value. Bullocks! The second impression counts. Well, at least in my case. I hope that my sister and some Dutch friends understand this and that they reconsider their thoughts about Mary. My woman had/has a tough life and needs a second change as well, at least with you guys.
PS I talk a lot while driving the Guzzi. As you understand I’ll do that in Dutch. To make things a little easier I’ll translate. Here you go:
First part: Holy shit Guus (is a Dutch friend, also called Guzman) look at this (the volcano). Wow/This is what I like about vacations, every day you can do nice things/Fuck/Jesus look at this. Amazing (talking about the volcano in the distant). She’s a beauty. Things like this are the reason I do this trip/Look cows. Hi guys. Al well? /You know the rally Paris/Dakar is nothing compared to this/But the difference is that I don’t do this on a well prepared KTM 500 cc, 80 hp/This is just an old Guzzi, a 30 year old Guzzi/I wouldn’t like to do this trip on an off the road bike, you know/But this old fart barks herself up. Talking about fun. Hihaaaa!
Second part (flat tire): I’m very happy with myself (understatement)/It’s starting to rain, hard/I even can see, how do we call this stuff nowadays uh… hail/I can hear the thunder/You see that big tree. I could use it as a shelter, but I read that that is not a wise thing to do/To be honest, I’ve got no clue what to do/I’m about 12 kilometers outside the village. Look you can see it in the distant/Besides some cows and cheep in the distant there’s nobody around/So I think this is a farewell Guus/We might see each other one day. All the best. Ciao. Stop
This video is a ´trailer´so to speak. Have 10 little movies about the cilmb. I´ll introduce a revolutionairy way of motorcycle filming people surely will copy.;) Bye now.