This is the story of my second moto crash. I didn’t get any pictures of the first because I had to get the hell outta there faster (I was holding up a bus and I hit a taxi with a passenger – they needed to bounce). Nobody got hurt in any case. Anyway, I’m chilling…

July/August 2024 – Colombia Read the previous chapter to this story here. I checked out of my hotel in Turbo and headed north to keep following the coast. I wasn’t planning to go all the way up Colombia’s coast to Santa Marta (that would be a trip for next year), but I would keep going…

July/August 2024 – Colombia Read the previous chapter to this story here. Just a day or two after getting my new bike, I set off on my first expedition. I had been itching to get out of the city since I arrived in Medellin several months earlier, and I finally had a taste of freedom…

In Colombia, they are called motos, instead of motorcycles. This is fitting, not just because that is a shortened version of the Spanish word for motorcycle (motocicleta), but because it is a cute word too. Since the motos in Colombia are almost all tiny, at least by American standards, it feels more appropriate to call…