After breakfast I loaded the bike, said a last goodbye to Tameka and headed out. I had a long ride ahead of me so I was eager to get started. It being New Year's Day, there was absolutely no traffic on the roads out of Cali. I could not have asked for a more interesting and beautiful ride today. The road was generally in good condition and the traffic was light with the exception of some occasional heavy trucks. I would wind my way up a mountian pass only to descend back to a river valley and do it all again. The Andes grew in scale as I made my way south. The most thrilling part of the day was the last 40 miles in which the road climbed and traversed a massive gorge. It had started to rain with purpose during this section and the road was very narrow, slick and exposed. There were two very long tunnels which were unlit. My headlights barely illuminated the pitch black interior. It was like riding through a mine shaft and they both spanned over two miles. I admit that I was a little too afraid to stop in these conditions to take any pictures. Especially on this confined roadway. Finally cresting out at 9200ft, I arrived in the small city of Pasto, where it was only, 54º. Quite the contrast to the 92º that I had been riding in just a couple hours before. Arriving just before nightfall, I found a comfortable hotel and had a nice dinner of grilled meats with arepas and roasted plantains.