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.
Having arrived in Cusco feeling awful, I spent the first few days doing little more than lying in bed, eating porridge and drinking tea to clear my stomach up. That wasn’t having much of an effect, but then I took some antibiotics and things cleared up pretty well. After feeling better, and visiting Machu Picchu, the time was mainly spent waiting for my package to arrive. It had taken 24 hours to get from Scotland to Lima, but then it got stuck in customs. Jon had given DHL all the important
Chichén Itzá, Cristo Redentor, Taj Mahal, Colosseum, Great Wall of China, Petra and Machu Picchu – the seven ‘wonders of the world’. I’d been to four of them, and Machu Picchu would make it five.
Not a huge amount is known about Machu Picchu, it mainly seems to be speculation as the Incas didn’t keep records. It was built by the Incas around 1440, according to dating, and they stayed there for about 90 years. It was abandoned soon after the Spanish arrived in Peru,
To get to La Paz, it was another bus. The road is 200km just like the road to Oruro and so just as unappealing to ride, especially as there is nearly always a headwind and while they’re building a new road, the old road has a very narrow shoulder and plenty of traffic passing by on a remarkably straight road – no thanks. Our bus was meant to leave at 11:30, but at noon we were still waiting near the terminal waiting for more passengers. This didn’t bother me too much, but plenty
We were up and out of the police station just after 6am, the police officer so eager to go home that he was asking us to take our bags outside and put them on our bikes there. The breakfast options were slightly more varied than lunch or dinner, as there were a few old ladies with tables and what turned out to be overpriced and badly tasting quinoa with a piece of llama that was basically all bone. A bus left at 5:30, and then the next one at 8am. I was insistent on taking the bus because I had