Sand, sand, sand

Trip Start Oct 16, 2012
Trip End Apr 20, 2013

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Flag of Peru  , Lambayeque,
Saturday, December 29, 2012

Kory managed to whip up a lovely breakfast this morning, using what we had in the bottom of our panniers. So, we had a delicious rice, apple, cinnamon and honey combination, that was much better than what I would've put together.  We ate our yummy breaky, in the middle of the desert, in the little abandoned house.

Somehow whilst pushing our bikes back out to the road and then crossing from the old road to the new road, we managed to pick up FOUR punctures! I had three and Kory had one. Thankfully the new road hadn't been opened yet, hence us wanting to be on it, so that we could enjoy some traffic free cycling. Which meant that we could use the lane to take our wheels off and repair our punctures. Obviously it took a bit of work, as we had so many to patch back up again.  Just over an hour later, we were all packed up again and ready to head off, we just hoped that more slow punctures wouldn't arise later.

By the time we reached Puira, which was another 22km away, we needed to refill our water bottles and bladders again. We then restocked our fruit from a market that we saw and had a road side lunch, prepared by women on a picnic bench set up, before finally setting off for the days ride. By this time it was 1pm, and we still had about 70km to cycle.

Of course by this time the sun was scorching and the wind was in full force. We were surprised by how much there was on the side of the road as we headed into the desert. We had been warned about this section of the road by a few people, but thought that there was a lot more than there had been in the last couple of days. There were lots of small houses, agricultural land and small villages with schools and even the occasional shop, selling warm drinks. We had expected there to be nothing at all but enjoyed having lots of things to look at and take photos of, also we would regularly hear people shouting out greetings to us and waving excitedly. We stopped at a small restaurant, which declared that they had cold drinks, and we could see that they had fridge/freezers. The fridges were actually more like cupboards, as they weren't connected to power and they pulled drinks out of a wooden barrel with ice in it, for us.

Almost as soon as we left that stop we entered the real desert, no longer were we surrounded by houses, farms and small villages. We were surrounded by nothing at all, except for sand, sand and more sand.  The wind was keeping up a fierce gust and doing it's best to keep us where we were, but we powered on passed it. We knew that there were a couple of restaurants that we could stay at and camp if we needed to. We cycled passed one, as it looked quite closed up and not very welcoming at all.

We thought that there was another coming up, so keep going on “just another kilometer now” but gave up when the sun started to set. We had cycled almost 100km throughout the day and were exhausted, as we carefully chose a path off the road, that we hoped wouldn't fill our tyre with punctures again.

We cycled towards an electricity pylon, as this was the only defining feature on the landscape and had a semi-solid path in the sand and then cut to one side to find a hidden camping spot. The campsite wasn't quite as funky as the previous night but it was quiet and safe. We worked together to put the tent up in the gale force winds and secure it tightly and then cooked up the same delicious dinner before calling it a night.
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