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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 depressing mining town. It also meant skipping La Oroya, which is on the list of the 10 most polluted places in the world (more mining).

The bus went through some pretty canyons, but most of it was at night so I didn’t get to see much. I’m used to people jumping on buses, trying to sell snacks, but this time we had the privilege of listening to a guy rambling on for over half an hour about the joys of Peruvian Ginseng, and how Peru was the greatest country in the world. He told us about how the Chinese stole ginseng from Peru, I don’t know my ginseng history, but I find that hard to believe. I tried to drown him out with my music, but he was stood right next to me, and shouting so everyone on the bus could hear him.

Arriving in Huánuco, I dropped by a chemist to get my 3rd and final injection. I don’t know if that’s possible in other countries, but here you just pay 1 sol (30 cents) and you’re good as long as you have the prescription with you. My host, Midori, and her friend, Roberto, turned up at the bus terminal to meet me. I took a moto-taxi with Midori, while Roberto rode my bike the 1km to the house, and then proceeded to carry everything upstairs for me so I could rest my foot.

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