The route from Huánuco to Huaraz was paved not that long back, and there are no direct buses. I said my farewells, strapped my foot up, and rode over to where the cars left to La Union, the half way point to Huaraz. As it was just a regular car, we just strapped the bike on top, although took a pedal off first to stop it digging into the roof. It was a tight fit in the car, and a 4 hour drive, but the road was beautiful. It was just wider than a lane with constant blind corners, and so even though
I was only going to spend a few days, but ended up in Huánuco at Midori’s place – where she lives with her parents Arturo and Fanny – for 10 nights! The amount of amazing kindness they showed me was phenomenal. I got treated with a variety of Peruvian remedies, from a poultice of avocado seed mixed with arnica and salt, to a massage in chicken fat. There was talk of using a dead frog, but that turned out to be only for those who had broken bones so my Xray saved me. I was healing
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