For once the bus terminal is close, so I walk through the rain-soaked streets (of course, it rains all the time here too) and get to the train station in time for the long journey to Cali. The bus is comfortable and, so to speak, empty. Next to me there are just four noses lost inside, the devil knows how...
I mentally prepare myself for the next few days. It's going to be hard. Roughly speaking, there are still over 2000 kilometers waiting for me if the tank isn't empty beforehand (the first signs are noticeable). The current plan (which can change quickly) is to cross the border into Colombia (the eighth and...