After the hideous travel day and arriving into Santa Marta at midnight, we slept all night and got up to get ready for our Lost City Trek. 1,592 more words
The name doesn’t lie. The Fitz’s Epic was just that and maybe even a bit more.
Dad had told me a few years ago that he’d done the 165km but that he’d been a bit too cocky and ridden a bit too hard at the start and had ended up walking up Fitz’s in defeat. 1,403 more words