The continuation of Colombia, by invitation of a friend in a completely opposite direction of where I want to go. Why not! Searching for the beauty in the Paramo, the dust in the plains and the mysterious pink dolphins in the rivers.
The good news is the bike was there and the bad: I was in Khasab and my raft was waiting at Dibba, the only road had a military checkpoint not allowing foreigners to pass. How could I get over the Musandam Peninsula again without taking a ferry?