25/6/2013 Andahuaylas 10km below the summit
D29, T3/4, Av8.4, Max41, Tot15888, 5824
Fine and cool
In absolutely no hurry to leave the hotel, a sleep in was enjoyed. I missed out on the hot water, though last nights shower was enough to last few days.
I feel we wash ourselves to much, some people having two or more showers a day. No wonder they have to buy skin conditioners, all the good natural oils are being washed away.
I wandered up into the markets and had buns and eggs with avocado and a hot apple drink, cant remember the name.
A caldo de gallina was then had, along with some fruit.
By now it was time to get back to the room, check out was at midday.
Leaving and immediately starting to climb, it was one of those days where riding was not really what I wanted to do.
Though with a bit of music, rests and just poking along in no hurry, the afternoon soon slipped by.
Water was collected from a clean water course for the night.
Although I have a 6l bladder, 2x 2.5l water bottles are filled each day when camping.
At about 1530 I started looking for a camp. I know this is early but a feeling of slackness was upon me.
Whilst looking for a camp a potato field was found. The tops were dead, it was ready for harvest. A few were dug up for dinner. Couldn’t wait, fresh boiled spuds with pepper.
Things were not looking good for a camp, it was pretty open country.
Anyway a pine tree with ground level branches was seen close to and above the road. The old rule, people don’t generally look up when driving by was going to be put to the test here.
It is very hard to get off the road here, the drains are so deep to cope with the deluges during the wet season. Though Peru, for camping is a gem, there are few fences, unlike Colombia and Ecuador where almost all rural occupied land is fenced.
Heading up to the tree. The site was reasonably not noticeable from the road. A farmer came by, he said it was good to stop here.
Setting up, things took a turn for the worse, though not the end of the world. My new shoes were well and truly christened when my left foot was planted squarely in a couple of days old human turd. Bloody hell!!
The next 15 minutes were spent trying to rectify the situation and the odour that had been released.
Hey, this whole journey is about new experiences, one had just been had. Really it is all good.
Better with shit on ones shoe, than between ones toes!
It was frightfully cold, the tarp was set up over the tent to restrict the frost and dew to its underside.
The spuds were cut and boiled, later broccoli was added, a nice little vege dinner. The potatoes were so nice. They had purple strips on their insides.
Lots of tea and coffee were enjoyed.
I climbed into the srot at 1900, trying to get warm, it worked.
D29, T3/4, Av8.4, Max41, Tot15888, 5824
Fine and cool
In absolutely no hurry to leave the hotel, a sleep in was enjoyed. I missed out on the hot water, though last nights shower was enough to last few days.
I feel we wash ourselves to much, some people having two or more showers a day. No wonder they have to buy skin conditioners, all the good natural oils are being washed away.
I wandered up into the markets and had buns and eggs with avocado and a hot apple drink, cant remember the name.
A caldo de gallina was then had, along with some fruit.
By now it was time to get back to the room, check out was at midday.
Leaving and immediately starting to climb, it was one of those days where riding was not really what I wanted to do.
Though with a bit of music, rests and just poking along in no hurry, the afternoon soon slipped by.
Water was collected from a clean water course for the night.
Although I have a 6l bladder, 2x 2.5l water bottles are filled each day when camping.
At about 1530 I started looking for a camp. I know this is early but a feeling of slackness was upon me.
Whilst looking for a camp a potato field was found. The tops were dead, it was ready for harvest. A few were dug up for dinner. Couldn’t wait, fresh boiled spuds with pepper.
Things were not looking good for a camp, it was pretty open country.
Anyway a pine tree with ground level branches was seen close to and above the road. The old rule, people don’t generally look up when driving by was going to be put to the test here.
It is very hard to get off the road here, the drains are so deep to cope with the deluges during the wet season. Though Peru, for camping is a gem, there are few fences, unlike Colombia and Ecuador where almost all rural occupied land is fenced.
Heading up to the tree. The site was reasonably not noticeable from the road. A farmer came by, he said it was good to stop here.
Setting up, things took a turn for the worse, though not the end of the world. My new shoes were well and truly christened when my left foot was planted squarely in a couple of days old human turd. Bloody hell!!
The next 15 minutes were spent trying to rectify the situation and the odour that had been released.
Hey, this whole journey is about new experiences, one had just been had. Really it is all good.
Better with shit on ones shoe, than between ones toes!
It was frightfully cold, the tarp was set up over the tent to restrict the frost and dew to its underside.
The spuds were cut and boiled, later broccoli was added, a nice little vege dinner. The potatoes were so nice. They had purple strips on their insides.
Lots of tea and coffee were enjoyed.
I climbed into the srot at 1900, trying to get warm, it worked.