After 2 nights in Jauja, and with my foot still hurting, I resolved to take a bus to Huánuco. I had a Warmshowers host organised there, and I was fearing that it was going to be a few days until I got back on my bike. With the flight from Quito on the 18th of December, I also needed to get going and so instead of riding up to Cerro del Pasco, which at 4300m claims to be the highest city – although Potosí officially has that record, although everything I read suggested it was just a very
Having been shown around most of the centre of Huancayo the day before, and without a place to stay, I decided that I’d leave Huancayo, via the ruins that Cristina had mentioned, and see where I got. It wasn’t a good decision.
I left a little late, in no rush, and dawdled over to see the small Laguna Nahuinpuquio and the small ruins of Arhuaturo next to the laguna. I parked my bike at the bottom of some stairs, and changed to my ninja shoes as they’re much more comfortable for
True to her word, the owner was back at 4am, but I managed to sleep until just before 5am, when we had to pack up as the group of workers from the night before came back for breakfast. I was on the road by 5:30, with the sun already up, and made my way to the next town for breakfast. There’s an old colonial bridge in the town, and I guess that makes people think it’s touristic, so the restaurants all charged silly prices for food. Thankfully, the ladies selling from their little stands