After spending the last few hours (~30km) climbing and traversing landscapes on this gravel road, we arrived to Hostal la Laguna right before sunset. However, the gate was closed and the house was further up the hill, out of earshot from where we were.

Luckily, a young man who works on the property heard us deliberating and came to see what was goin on. As it turns out, tourism was dead at this time of year, so the staff had decided to pack up and leave since it was evening and nobody had showed up.

He helped us get our bikes over the gate, and encouraged us to go up to the house anyway, and try to find the older man who runs the hostel (our only other option was to ride back to Manizales in the dark). The owner was uncomfortable with the fact that his staff had gone, but he nicely agreed to host us and put together a semblance of a meal, which consisted of a bun, some cheese, and a bowl of aguapanelas (hot drink made with sugar cane juice).

As we finished eating, the floodgates opened, and once again, the sky started pouring rain. A sprint back to our little cabin on the property had us soaked again. "Pirata" once of the owner's dogs followed us and ended up staying the night.

With no light or electricity, we were in bed by 7pm. We lay there listening to the rain as we fell asleep.

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May 20th, 2023

Tokyo, Kanazawa, Naoshima/Teshima, Kyoto, Seoul

Afternoon adventure in Northern California

Three days in the wilderness

May 20^th, 2023