Owwwwwwwww

Owwwwwwwww

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

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Mariscal – Huancayo

Mariscal – Huancayo

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

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Peruvian slumber party

Peruvian slumber party

It was an earlyish start, the father taught classes at the local school as apparently the area is not very religious, which considering how I was still fairly low was perfect for me, so I spent the day following the Rio Mantaro valley, and generally climbing up slowly. The sky was quite overcast at times, and about 5km before the town of Mariscal Cáceres I finally did it, and ran into a rainstorm while on my bike. It started to bucket it down, and I tried to take shelter under the overhang of

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Visiting a cave and riding into the night

Visiting a cave and riding into the night

Having only had a day off, Jimmy was eager for me to stay longer, but I’d seen what I wanted to of the city, and had slept in plenty the day before so was well recovered. Leaving early however was a little hard, as when I tried to leave he insisted that we at least broke bread together, which featured a fair amount of chatting too. No problem, I didn’t have much of a goal. Just keep going and see where I got.

On the way, I went past a turn off to some Wari (culture that the Incan’s

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Dropping down to Ayacucho

Dropping down to Ayacucho

Having made it more than half way up the hill the day before, there was a mere 20km to go to the top of the climb through countless switchbacks. Just before I got to the top, I met Daniel, a German cycle-tourist who, not being crazy, was of course heading south. We sat on the side of the road and chatted for over 2 hours. Considering the lack of traffic, we could have almost sat in the middle of the road without a problem! We shared stories from the road, and advice for what lay ahead.

The only

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