Huamachuco to Trujillo.PE
Huamachaco to a house 10km west of Shorey
D76, T6.34,9, v11.56, Max66, Tot14176, 4112
Hot and fine, cold, windy, hailing and raining in that order 12° on tops.
Last night dinner was had at a chinese restaurant, a huge plate of broccoli with chicken was enjoyed. It tasted great, too great. MSG was the culprit, though the greens were worth it.
Needless to say I had a pretty light sleep, MSG does that to me.
Waking up, feeling really good, things were packed. Though not before an early hot shower was taken before all the hot water went.
This hotel is great and Julio who runs it is probably a bit older than me. He is such a nice guy. We got on really well. Remember the Santa Fe if you are ever here in Huamachuca.
He asked me to come and have breakfast out the back with him. He has travelled right through Peru and gave me some good tips.
It would have been nice to stay another day.
Leaving town well fed and having enjoyed a good half hour conversation where we pretty much understood each other was a good way to be.
The road undulated a bit then just slowly climbed, Knowing it was going to over 4000m, I was wearing my runners and had warm gear in a front pannier.
Most vehicles on the road were Hilux 4x4’s owned by the many mines up her, gold and zinc are the main deposits.
Once again as the altitude increased so did the pleasure from the views.
At about 3500m, I thought I might just chew a few leaves to see how this works.
The first lot I chewed to a pulp then introduced the cal continually dipping the lid in the calero. It was ok but didn’t affect me much, I spat it out. The second bundle of leaves about a loose matchbox full I chewed on the left side of my mouth. This time I chewed them but not as much, they still had structure. I then took many dips of the cal. The effect was quite amazing.
The numbness on my left side of my mouth was almost as strong as a dentist’s anaesthetic.
Spitting it out after awhile and washing my mouth, I set of. I could hardly feel the teeth in my mouth.
My breathing did become easier, though the road was a little less steep. This lasted a few hours, a fair bit of ground was covered. Stopping for lunch it was still impacting on me in a very nice way. A sense of well being and calm, not high or anything, would best describe it.
“Cycling and performance enhancing drugs”, is there any hope for the two not to be related!!
Though I don’t want to get into a habit of using coca, over 3500m will be the altitude to consider its use.
It was now getting bloody cold, levelling out a bit, the undulating road was at 3800-4000 metres altitude.
Stopping a herd of Alpaca were closely looked at, interesting animals, they have such thick coats.
Further up the hill a couple of guys were wandering along, one had a calero and was continuously dipping and licking the spike.
Further on, rain started then it turned to hail, it was now time to test my clothing.
I still had my shorts that was fine as much body heat is generated pedalling. I had put my full gloves on earlier. The hail was hurting where it hit me. Luckily it never got to big.
Getting to the turn off to Quiruvilca, I decided to go on. I was wet and cold, it was downhill. Heading into Sorey, another mining town, the road turned to wet sloshy red brown mud and rocks.
This was the main road to Trujillo.
Anyway it went back to pavement again. Further on it reverted back to mud.
They are rebuilding the road.
Riding was slow, though as I knew the temps would increase with the descent.
The road was now just a mud track with buses and trucks spraying me.
Someone told me there was thirty km of this. Shit.
The mud started getting sticky. I really couldn’t use the brakes as this mud would just grind the rims away.
The pads were almost worn out also.
I had to release the front brakes and only use the brake which alone could not stop me. Soon there was no aggregate in the road surface it was deadly.
Sure enough I came off. Not bad but covered in this stuff. My raincoat has holes in the left sleeve and my knee say a bit of bark removed.
Then while waiting for a car to pass the bike was dropped in a heap of mud.
Semis were getting bogged, one was being unloaded as it had slipped off the middle of the road. It was mayhem and dangerous.
A guy in a hilux coming at me tried to change into the other wheel track and came straight at me sideways. Stopping in a perfect position to wind his passenger window down for a yarn.
I had to walk the bike. Soon the mud that was drying a bit in the sun, started getting so sticky my front wheel would not turn, it was just skidding along the road. This was getting bad. I had come of once and fallen over.
There was 20 more km of this.
Soon a building came into sight with a few people chatting.
I had mud all over me, the bike and all my left panniers.
I had to stop here making Agallpampa was not an option.
The people were really friendly, they even had water from a hose that had good pressure. The bike, gear and I were washed.
I asked if I could camp there , she said it was ok. Buying some drinks in the tienda in the large building.
I asked her if I could pitch the tent inside.
I couldn’t believe it, she showed me a room with a bed I could use.
Changing out of my wet gear. The brake pads were replaced.
The people here served me herbal tea and rice with beef.
I had been looked after in more ways, than one again.
These conditions, especially the weather will test me further as I move south.
Speaking to Devon who is now near Lake Titicaca, he said it is frosty every morning and down to minus 5.
Having said that, Trujillo and the coast will be nice in the mild temperatures.
I plan to catch a bus from here to the end of this mud hole tomorrow.
12/5/2013 Near Paraiso to Casa de Ciclistas, Trujillo
D110, T7, Av18.87, Max55, Tot 14286, 4222
Cool at the tops, strong westerlies on the descent fine and hot in Trujillo
Having had a great nights sleep under four heavy Alpaca blankets, the cool air had really dried nothing overnight.
So it was wet socks, runners, boxer shorts and shirt back on.
Longs were worn, outside the road had been packed firm by the few vehicles that had used it overnight.
It was decided to ride insted of catching the bus.
Herbal tea was enjoyed with my hosts in the kitchen. We took photos outside and off I rode. It was so good to have brakes working again. These were pads from Australia.
The road was damp hard packed clay, it was ok till getting to a shady spot where it was still wet. Soon it got worse and had large rocks protruding from the surface.
The going was slow, though I was now used to this.
Some road workers told me it was an 8 year project to complete this road from Huamachuco to Trujillo.
After 30 km of this, getting to the other end of the works asphalt commenced, oh, it was such a pleasure to be able to relax and cruise. My helmet was put on an off gravity took me.
There was a westerly head wind blowing, so it was a noisey descent.
Nearing a turn of back to Huamachuco the Rio Moche gorge was entered, from here it was pretty much 45km all the way down to the gently sloping river valley.
The temperature was a pleasure and kept getting warmer.
The dry mountains changed all the way down .
They were becoming hazy as I descended. The westerly head wind was now getting stronger, it is normal here.
Soon the lower slopes were covered in Pineapples. One was enjoyed at a stall.
Lower down the valley was dominated by sugarcane, all backdropped by dry rocky mountains.
Traffic was getting heavier and at times the shoulder disappeared. It took awhile to get used to traffic again. Some drivers especially taxi vans passed so close.
Ever since leaving Ecuador, urban traffic outside towns had not been encountered. The most prominent peak on my left was Cerro Oraja. It was a pointed, prominent land mark, best viewed from the road around Quirihuac.
It was Sunday and traffic was getting very heavy, many people were seen drinking and playing cards on the way down, as many tend to do on Sundays here.
It was decided to get off the road at Laredo and find a motel.
A great meal was had in here.
Continuing, in a totally urban area, a motel was required. Almost all had staircases and were not keen on cyclists anyway. Further on and asking people, it was discovered that this place blended into Trujillo.
I had arrived!!. Asking people, I had to back track to the Casa de Ciclistas on Avenida Santa.
It was soon found.
A Russian cyclist,Dimitri was staying there. It was great to swap stories, he has to go back to Loja to get his bike, as he was holidaying with his parents for a few weeks. We may catch up further south.
Kate, an Irish girl turned up, she is doing a four year round the world trip. You can see her blog at;cyclingcuriosity.blogspot.com She is a great photographer and lots of fun, full of enthusiasm.
Anyway, Lucho soon arrived and we introduced ourselves.
He is such a nice guy, he does all repairs for cyclists if they need them and gets parts from Lima here in four hours. A new chain and more brake pads were ordered.
That evening we went to Luchos house and Dimitri cooked Russian pancakes for us all as is traditional when you leave somewhere. There is a time of year in St Petersburg when pancakes are cooked to celebrate an occasion.
It was so nice to be among other cyclists. We all had a good yak and laugh.
Dimitri had a bus to Ecuador that evening so I took over his room.
13/5/2013 Trujillo
Unfortunately a throat cold has installed itself within. So it was good to be here in good company and accommodation.
Kate and I enjoyed coffee with water heated on her stove. She is great company, we get on well. Washing was done and the rest of the day was spent getting a few things in town and relaxing.
There are all sorts of resources here at the casa, books by other cyclists, profiles and routes, interesting maps and other information. Devon had spent time here also.
Another casa de Ciclistas is now in Macará in Ecuador on the border. Byron Francisco Otero can be contacted on Guatitas.com.
Here in Trujillo the casa is in walking distance from the Plaza de Armas, a pedestrian precinct with all imaginable types of retail premies and casinos present.
Cerviches are a specialty here, one was enjoyed at a stand near the large mall, it won’t be the last.
Kate and I went out for a meal, though not before enjoying an Olimiente on the street. It was her first one, she was impressed, it was a bit of a cool evening, like a hot toddy, it was so nice.
In Paijan Kate had been followed by thieves and had to seek refuge in a hotel lobby, it was nice to have avoided this town north of here. She said she has never seen poverty like that in the desert north of there. That is coming from someone who has ridden through Nepal and on into India.
We bought some beer and came back here and chatted on the top floor outside.
It had been a great relaxing day.
14/5/2013
My throat cold has settled in ,so being here is good timing in that respect.
Kate and I took a bus to the ruins at Chan Chan.
Built around AD 1300 and covering 20 sq km, Chan Chan is the largest pre-Columbian city in the Americas, and the largest adobe city in the world. At the height of the Chimú empire, it housed an estimated 60,000 inhabitants and contained a vast wealth of gold, silver and ceramics. The wealth remained more or less undisturbed after the Incas conquered the city, but once the Spaniards hit the stage, the looting began. Within a few decades little but gold dust remained. Remnants of what was found can be seen in museums nearby. Although Chan Chan must have been a dazzling sight at one time, devastating El Niño floods and heavy rainfall have severely eroded the mud walls of the city. Today the most impressive aspect of the site is its sheer size; you’ll need an active imagination to fill in the details. Ref:Lonely Planet Peru
The afternoon was spent looking for a Caledor, a small element to place in a cup to boil water, they are hard to find.
I am at a total loss without my stove, a further attempt to fix it yielded no postive result. They sell Bensina here which is better than petrol, alot cleaner.
I am just going to have to wait till the stove arrives in Lima from Santiago. Riding in the Andes in winter without a stove is not on. For that matter not having a morning coffee is also not on.
Some profiles to the Bolivian border were copied for both of us. During the afternoon in town wanted to move this cold on, some garlic and yoghurt was bought. The garlic cloves were chewed, they were so powerful i was close to throwing up. Without the yoghurt it would have been impoosible to eat it.
The garlic here is very strong. Unlike the Chinese stuff often found at home, where you need double the amount stated in any given dish.
We lashed out for dinner near the casa. Having pollo aguadito, a soup with chicken and crushed wheat. Two soups and a coke were Soles 3.50, which equates to $3.00 approximately, the soup was very enjoyable I must admit.
My weight is now 64kg, having weighed myself yesterday, keeping pants on my waist without a belt that have pockets full is becoming a problem. It feels good to be short of some 12kg since leaving Australia.
The evening was spent chatting to Lucho while he repaired Kates bike she purchased in China, we were stirring her about how so much needed repairing on it.
Lucho is a master and so thorough when it comes to repairing bikes.
I got the brake pads but they did not have a chain. Lucho is truing my wheels and checking the spokes. They were just a fraction out of true. From here repairs maybe hard to get done by someone as competent as Lucho.
Being here is a bit like a halfway house, it is a great place to rest and regroup.
Not having my stove has changed a lot of plans. Though I have time to spare, it is of no concern.
15, 16,17/5/2013 Trujillo
Lujo trued my wheels which were only a fraction out, on returning the wheels to the bike, it was found that the left hand Hollowtech crank bearing was almost ceased. This is the second time I have had problems with this bearing. The first was in Nicaragua.
This now has to be replaced.
It is easy to fill in a day between having coofees and chatting with Kate who is still here and looking for a resitencia which I cant find ..Kate got the last one in Trujillo we think.
Lucas a german cyclist dropped in to say hi. So we studied maps and chatted.
Kate and I both felt like a beer so we found the little restaurant we were at last night and sat round for a couple of hours drinking long necks of Trujillo, this is really a nice beer.
Dinner was never ordered, so we found kebabs on the street.
Lujo works on bikes during the night, he is a hard case, sometimes working till 0400. He is always there to talk to if you can’t sleep.
Right now I am in limbo over this stove business.
The water here in Trujillo is switched off from 1900-0700 so the guy that lives here permanently fills a large tub for toilet flushing each day.
There is a water shortage here.
D76, T6.34,9, v11.56, Max66, Tot14176, 4112
Hot and fine, cold, windy, hailing and raining in that order 12° on tops.
Last night dinner was had at a chinese restaurant, a huge plate of broccoli with chicken was enjoyed. It tasted great, too great. MSG was the culprit, though the greens were worth it.
Needless to say I had a pretty light sleep, MSG does that to me.
Waking up, feeling really good, things were packed. Though not before an early hot shower was taken before all the hot water went.
This hotel is great and Julio who runs it is probably a bit older than me. He is such a nice guy. We got on really well. Remember the Santa Fe if you are ever here in Huamachuca.
He asked me to come and have breakfast out the back with him. He has travelled right through Peru and gave me some good tips.
It would have been nice to stay another day.
Leaving town well fed and having enjoyed a good half hour conversation where we pretty much understood each other was a good way to be.
The road undulated a bit then just slowly climbed, Knowing it was going to over 4000m, I was wearing my runners and had warm gear in a front pannier.
Most vehicles on the road were Hilux 4x4’s owned by the many mines up her, gold and zinc are the main deposits.
Once again as the altitude increased so did the pleasure from the views.
At about 3500m, I thought I might just chew a few leaves to see how this works.
The first lot I chewed to a pulp then introduced the cal continually dipping the lid in the calero. It was ok but didn’t affect me much, I spat it out. The second bundle of leaves about a loose matchbox full I chewed on the left side of my mouth. This time I chewed them but not as much, they still had structure. I then took many dips of the cal. The effect was quite amazing.
The numbness on my left side of my mouth was almost as strong as a dentist’s anaesthetic.
Spitting it out after awhile and washing my mouth, I set of. I could hardly feel the teeth in my mouth.
My breathing did become easier, though the road was a little less steep. This lasted a few hours, a fair bit of ground was covered. Stopping for lunch it was still impacting on me in a very nice way. A sense of well being and calm, not high or anything, would best describe it.
“Cycling and performance enhancing drugs”, is there any hope for the two not to be related!!
Though I don’t want to get into a habit of using coca, over 3500m will be the altitude to consider its use.
It was now getting bloody cold, levelling out a bit, the undulating road was at 3800-4000 metres altitude.
Stopping a herd of Alpaca were closely looked at, interesting animals, they have such thick coats.
Further up the hill a couple of guys were wandering along, one had a calero and was continuously dipping and licking the spike.
Further on, rain started then it turned to hail, it was now time to test my clothing.
I still had my shorts that was fine as much body heat is generated pedalling. I had put my full gloves on earlier. The hail was hurting where it hit me. Luckily it never got to big.
Getting to the turn off to Quiruvilca, I decided to go on. I was wet and cold, it was downhill. Heading into Sorey, another mining town, the road turned to wet sloshy red brown mud and rocks.
This was the main road to Trujillo.
Anyway it went back to pavement again. Further on it reverted back to mud.
They are rebuilding the road.
Riding was slow, though as I knew the temps would increase with the descent.
The road was now just a mud track with buses and trucks spraying me.
Someone told me there was thirty km of this. Shit.
The mud started getting sticky. I really couldn’t use the brakes as this mud would just grind the rims away.
The pads were almost worn out also.
I had to release the front brakes and only use the brake which alone could not stop me. Soon there was no aggregate in the road surface it was deadly.
Sure enough I came off. Not bad but covered in this stuff. My raincoat has holes in the left sleeve and my knee say a bit of bark removed.
Then while waiting for a car to pass the bike was dropped in a heap of mud.
Semis were getting bogged, one was being unloaded as it had slipped off the middle of the road. It was mayhem and dangerous.
A guy in a hilux coming at me tried to change into the other wheel track and came straight at me sideways. Stopping in a perfect position to wind his passenger window down for a yarn.
I had to walk the bike. Soon the mud that was drying a bit in the sun, started getting so sticky my front wheel would not turn, it was just skidding along the road. This was getting bad. I had come of once and fallen over.
There was 20 more km of this.
Soon a building came into sight with a few people chatting.
I had mud all over me, the bike and all my left panniers.
I had to stop here making Agallpampa was not an option.
The people were really friendly, they even had water from a hose that had good pressure. The bike, gear and I were washed.
I asked if I could camp there , she said it was ok. Buying some drinks in the tienda in the large building.
I asked her if I could pitch the tent inside.
I couldn’t believe it, she showed me a room with a bed I could use.
Changing out of my wet gear. The brake pads were replaced.
The people here served me herbal tea and rice with beef.
I had been looked after in more ways, than one again.
These conditions, especially the weather will test me further as I move south.
Speaking to Devon who is now near Lake Titicaca, he said it is frosty every morning and down to minus 5.
Having said that, Trujillo and the coast will be nice in the mild temperatures.
I plan to catch a bus from here to the end of this mud hole tomorrow.
12/5/2013 Near Paraiso to Casa de Ciclistas, Trujillo
D110, T7, Av18.87, Max55, Tot 14286, 4222
Cool at the tops, strong westerlies on the descent fine and hot in Trujillo
Having had a great nights sleep under four heavy Alpaca blankets, the cool air had really dried nothing overnight.
So it was wet socks, runners, boxer shorts and shirt back on.
Longs were worn, outside the road had been packed firm by the few vehicles that had used it overnight.
It was decided to ride insted of catching the bus.
Herbal tea was enjoyed with my hosts in the kitchen. We took photos outside and off I rode. It was so good to have brakes working again. These were pads from Australia.
The road was damp hard packed clay, it was ok till getting to a shady spot where it was still wet. Soon it got worse and had large rocks protruding from the surface.
The going was slow, though I was now used to this.
Some road workers told me it was an 8 year project to complete this road from Huamachuco to Trujillo.
After 30 km of this, getting to the other end of the works asphalt commenced, oh, it was such a pleasure to be able to relax and cruise. My helmet was put on an off gravity took me.
There was a westerly head wind blowing, so it was a noisey descent.
Nearing a turn of back to Huamachuco the Rio Moche gorge was entered, from here it was pretty much 45km all the way down to the gently sloping river valley.
The temperature was a pleasure and kept getting warmer.
The dry mountains changed all the way down .
They were becoming hazy as I descended. The westerly head wind was now getting stronger, it is normal here.
Soon the lower slopes were covered in Pineapples. One was enjoyed at a stall.
Lower down the valley was dominated by sugarcane, all backdropped by dry rocky mountains.
Traffic was getting heavier and at times the shoulder disappeared. It took awhile to get used to traffic again. Some drivers especially taxi vans passed so close.
Ever since leaving Ecuador, urban traffic outside towns had not been encountered. The most prominent peak on my left was Cerro Oraja. It was a pointed, prominent land mark, best viewed from the road around Quirihuac.
It was Sunday and traffic was getting very heavy, many people were seen drinking and playing cards on the way down, as many tend to do on Sundays here.
It was decided to get off the road at Laredo and find a motel.
A great meal was had in here.
Continuing, in a totally urban area, a motel was required. Almost all had staircases and were not keen on cyclists anyway. Further on and asking people, it was discovered that this place blended into Trujillo.
I had arrived!!. Asking people, I had to back track to the Casa de Ciclistas on Avenida Santa.
It was soon found.
A Russian cyclist,Dimitri was staying there. It was great to swap stories, he has to go back to Loja to get his bike, as he was holidaying with his parents for a few weeks. We may catch up further south.
Kate, an Irish girl turned up, she is doing a four year round the world trip. You can see her blog at;cyclingcuriosity.blogspot.com She is a great photographer and lots of fun, full of enthusiasm.
Anyway, Lucho soon arrived and we introduced ourselves.
He is such a nice guy, he does all repairs for cyclists if they need them and gets parts from Lima here in four hours. A new chain and more brake pads were ordered.
That evening we went to Luchos house and Dimitri cooked Russian pancakes for us all as is traditional when you leave somewhere. There is a time of year in St Petersburg when pancakes are cooked to celebrate an occasion.
It was so nice to be among other cyclists. We all had a good yak and laugh.
Dimitri had a bus to Ecuador that evening so I took over his room.
13/5/2013 Trujillo
Unfortunately a throat cold has installed itself within. So it was good to be here in good company and accommodation.
Kate and I enjoyed coffee with water heated on her stove. She is great company, we get on well. Washing was done and the rest of the day was spent getting a few things in town and relaxing.
There are all sorts of resources here at the casa, books by other cyclists, profiles and routes, interesting maps and other information. Devon had spent time here also.
Another casa de Ciclistas is now in Macará in Ecuador on the border. Byron Francisco Otero can be contacted on Guatitas.com.
Here in Trujillo the casa is in walking distance from the Plaza de Armas, a pedestrian precinct with all imaginable types of retail premies and casinos present.
Cerviches are a specialty here, one was enjoyed at a stand near the large mall, it won’t be the last.
Kate and I went out for a meal, though not before enjoying an Olimiente on the street. It was her first one, she was impressed, it was a bit of a cool evening, like a hot toddy, it was so nice.
In Paijan Kate had been followed by thieves and had to seek refuge in a hotel lobby, it was nice to have avoided this town north of here. She said she has never seen poverty like that in the desert north of there. That is coming from someone who has ridden through Nepal and on into India.
We bought some beer and came back here and chatted on the top floor outside.
It had been a great relaxing day.
14/5/2013
My throat cold has settled in ,so being here is good timing in that respect.
Kate and I took a bus to the ruins at Chan Chan.
Built around AD 1300 and covering 20 sq km, Chan Chan is the largest pre-Columbian city in the Americas, and the largest adobe city in the world. At the height of the Chimú empire, it housed an estimated 60,000 inhabitants and contained a vast wealth of gold, silver and ceramics. The wealth remained more or less undisturbed after the Incas conquered the city, but once the Spaniards hit the stage, the looting began. Within a few decades little but gold dust remained. Remnants of what was found can be seen in museums nearby. Although Chan Chan must have been a dazzling sight at one time, devastating El Niño floods and heavy rainfall have severely eroded the mud walls of the city. Today the most impressive aspect of the site is its sheer size; you’ll need an active imagination to fill in the details. Ref:Lonely Planet Peru
The afternoon was spent looking for a Caledor, a small element to place in a cup to boil water, they are hard to find.
I am at a total loss without my stove, a further attempt to fix it yielded no postive result. They sell Bensina here which is better than petrol, alot cleaner.
I am just going to have to wait till the stove arrives in Lima from Santiago. Riding in the Andes in winter without a stove is not on. For that matter not having a morning coffee is also not on.
Some profiles to the Bolivian border were copied for both of us. During the afternoon in town wanted to move this cold on, some garlic and yoghurt was bought. The garlic cloves were chewed, they were so powerful i was close to throwing up. Without the yoghurt it would have been impoosible to eat it.
The garlic here is very strong. Unlike the Chinese stuff often found at home, where you need double the amount stated in any given dish.
We lashed out for dinner near the casa. Having pollo aguadito, a soup with chicken and crushed wheat. Two soups and a coke were Soles 3.50, which equates to $3.00 approximately, the soup was very enjoyable I must admit.
My weight is now 64kg, having weighed myself yesterday, keeping pants on my waist without a belt that have pockets full is becoming a problem. It feels good to be short of some 12kg since leaving Australia.
The evening was spent chatting to Lucho while he repaired Kates bike she purchased in China, we were stirring her about how so much needed repairing on it.
Lucho is a master and so thorough when it comes to repairing bikes.
I got the brake pads but they did not have a chain. Lucho is truing my wheels and checking the spokes. They were just a fraction out of true. From here repairs maybe hard to get done by someone as competent as Lucho.
Being here is a bit like a halfway house, it is a great place to rest and regroup.
Not having my stove has changed a lot of plans. Though I have time to spare, it is of no concern.
15, 16,17/5/2013 Trujillo
Lujo trued my wheels which were only a fraction out, on returning the wheels to the bike, it was found that the left hand Hollowtech crank bearing was almost ceased. This is the second time I have had problems with this bearing. The first was in Nicaragua.
This now has to be replaced.
It is easy to fill in a day between having coofees and chatting with Kate who is still here and looking for a resitencia which I cant find ..Kate got the last one in Trujillo we think.
Lucas a german cyclist dropped in to say hi. So we studied maps and chatted.
Kate and I both felt like a beer so we found the little restaurant we were at last night and sat round for a couple of hours drinking long necks of Trujillo, this is really a nice beer.
Dinner was never ordered, so we found kebabs on the street.
Lujo works on bikes during the night, he is a hard case, sometimes working till 0400. He is always there to talk to if you can’t sleep.
Right now I am in limbo over this stove business.
The water here in Trujillo is switched off from 1900-0700 so the guy that lives here permanently fills a large tub for toilet flushing each day.
There is a water shortage here.
Enjoying sardines on biscuit, nearing the tops
Some weather was on the make.
The road was hard going and very slippery where no aggregate was in the mud.
A bogged semi kids were unloading the sodas from the trailer.
Such a welcome site, leaving in the morning.
The same road the next morning, hard packed by trucks, though shady spots were still hard work
where do you start?
Chan Chan ruins
Kate doing her bit in the parade of musuems.
Our group post parade
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Alpaca, grazing on the tops, they were amazingly quiet. Their coats were unbelievably thick
Lakes on the tops, trout called these home.
Those clouds had this and rain within.
Still hanging in with a smile and a lot of mud.
Great hosts
It was so good to be back in the warmth, this was pineapple country.
Kate and Lujo in the workshop at
La casa de
Ciclistas, Trujillo. Lujo is a master mechanic.
Lucas from Germany, the parade to a few hours to do a circuit of the city with bands playing and the streets lines with locals.
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