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
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
I’d had a couple of loo visits during the night, and wasn’t feeling great when the day started. I got about 10km, before stopping for over an hour for a breakfast of omelette and coca tea which I hoped would give me the energy I needed to get to Cusco. About 10km of exhausted pedalling later, I stopped by a speed bump, stuck my thumb out and was picked up by the first truck that came past. He helped me put the bike in the back, I could barely lift it, and then told me to come and sit
I’d been awoken a couple of times during the night, the most noticeable when the roof of my tent collapsed in on me. It turns out that the altitude and temperatures meant it wasn’t rain, but snow that fell all night long. Being a three-season tent, the sides aren’t that steep, and so the snow had piled up on my tent and caused the roof to fall in. Thankfully the poles bounced straight back when I pushed up from inside and trampolined all the snow down the sides. They of course
I woke up a couple of times during the night needing to go to the loo, and then again at 4am. I’d been told to put my mat on the floor of the room that the caretaker slept in, and given the pile of flags that normally fly from the municipal building to use as a pillow. Well, at 4am, the caretaker decided to start chatting away, I responded a little before rolling over and back to sleep, but at just past 5:30am he did the same. He had been excited to have a foreigner sleeping in the same