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My first ride out of the routine area

Every Tuesday and Thursday groups of cyclists leave from the clock tower. So, after being on the red roof (my favorite place), I told Gina: Let’s go! We have to activate!

We were feeling lazy, it was about 7:00 pm and we heard that the groups of cyclists leave as at 8:00 pm. We had to go back home to leave the backpacks, and most important, take our helmets, tires, 15 and Allen keys.

We approached the Clock Tower feeling crazy and I started to talk to every cyclist that was out there. They told us that they departed from 7:30 and that at 8:00 the last group leaves.

It is not one large group, but several small groups. Some went to Bocagrande and others, to the outskirts of Cartagena, to Barcelona de Indias. We saw that a group was leaving and Gina managed to tell me out loud as she was riding away: Marica, I think they are going to Barcelona de Indias.

Without being able to have a proper reaction, we were already riding our bikes behind them and moving away from the city of Cartagena, we were riding through the highway.

I got behind everyone, I was a little scared but always knowing there was no going back. I had to keep on pedaling even if I didn’t know where I was going or how long would it take to get there.  We get to the top of a bridge, and I saw several riders stoping there. They explained to us: Here we wait or the rest to pass through La Boquilla. That area is very dark and very dangerous.

The riders regrouped and we continued, I felt I was pedaling to nowhere. I was not able to see the road, it was too dark, I just was able to listen to new, strange and terrifying noises (I might have even heard clown laughs, howls of hound dogs, and a pack of beings on the prowl of some cyclist stopping to dock it).

I can’t anymore

There is no going back

I see that the road lights up.

We get there, marica. It was rad.

Then we turn around and started to come back, but the return is always easier, quieter, more cheerful, more painful (shut up legs!)

32.5 km later we arrived in Cartagena. We did it!

And when I was on the road, I felt it. I felt that emotion inside my chest.

And I was happy.

Very very happy.

That ride is not possible to do it by oneself. It is too dangerous to go through that area where everything is dark, and there is literally no lights.


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