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
Padre Perez was eager for me to stay longer. It was a Friday and Tarabuco would come to life on the Sunday when everyone from the local communities would come to peddle their wares, but I couldn’t. HJ was waiting for me in Sucre, and I was still eager to get my Bolivian riding done before the rain came, so we had breakfast and I set off on the downhill to Sucre feeling much better than I had been the night before.
The downhills were good fun, although I did notice a wobble in my rear wheel
Thankfully the hard work of getting to Alberdi paid off as Julie proved a great hostess, showing me around and introducing me to plenty of people. She’s been in Alberdi for almost a year and so has a bit of a firmer idea of what she’s doing than Nora. She had made lots of amazing connections, and I was shown around to lots of them and got to hear about life in what somehow feels a little less isolated when you’re actually there, just because of it’s access across the river
There are three main things to see in Foz do Iguaçu, the falls from the Brazilian side, the falls from the Argentinian side and Itaipu dam. As we’d crossed over around lunchtime, we rode up to Itaipu to see the dam. It’s the second largest in the world, and produces 75% of Paraguay’s needs and 17% of Brazil’s. They used to have a free bus tour, but that was scrapped a few years ago. Now that bus tour is $10 and the special tour is $30. Both of those were out of my price
Gaz asked me to come up with a route so I gave him three options. Meandering around Uruguay, heading north to Iguazu and heading west to see the Andes and drink wine in Mendoza. Iguazu won out, because it not only involved the spectacular falls, and ticked the ‘go to Paraguay’ box Gaz had, but also passing through four countries and avoided most of the craziest Argentinian drivers. It also meant that I could get over to Montevideo to get my Rohloff package sorted out.
With a very set