The end?

The end?

It was another 100km to get to Juliaca, where we would stay with Geovanni on Warmshowers, and HJ and I would part ways. The ride started with a gentle climb, then a lovely downhill and was flat nearly the rest of the way. I only really stopped for breakfast, and to wait for HJ to catch up at various parts. The ride was less pretty than the day before, and the last 20km in particular was not fun as it was a return to busy roads with stupid drivers who think that overtaking right into a cyclist

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Arriving in Peru

Arriving in Peru

We woke up to find that HJ had a puncture, but thankfully with a small bike shop nearby that was no problem – I wouldn’t have to repair it! While the bike was getting sorted out, we walked over to the immigration office to stamp out. The office is fairly new, and the 3 surly officers didn’t seem to want to make us feel welcome. They each fingered through every page of our passports, tried claiming there were problems, that HJ’s visa was wrong, and other bull so I started

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Riding into the night

Riding into the night

Immediately upon getting on the bike it was there again, the relentless beep of cars. They were free to drive again, and seemed to be trying to make up for the day before. Beeping at everyone, and no one. Even as we were riding outside of town, on our way back to the lakeside, every people carrier that went past beeped us. It might have been meant in kindness, a show of support, but it just made me wish that cars were banned.

We spent a fair chunk of the day riding along the lake. I’d read

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