Back into the desert

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

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

By the time we got the bikes all packed up, got ready and had breakfast it was 9.30am. The first 10km was fast going, the wind was behind us and we were in high spirits.  It felt like we were out for a Sunday afternoon bike ride, rather than a long haul cycle tour. Once we made it back on to the Pan American we noticed that the traffic was a lot busier than I had been and unfortunately there was no hard shoulder for us to plod along on. We just had to keep as far to the side of the road as we could. Then the wind really cranked up a notch and our speeds plummeted down to about 12km per hour. It was a gruelling start to the day, after having a couple of days off of the bikes.

After an hour or so we entered back into the desert and were surrounded by a flat landscape of golden sand again. It seemed so familiar after our adventures in the desert only a few days ago. The wind wasn't too bad at this point and we managed to keep up a reasonable pace. After a few more hours we entered a small town, and found a restaurant for lunch. There were a few local workers there eating their chicken and rice on the plastic chairs and bizarrely they had a crow locked in a bird cage by the tables. We also saw a monkey tied to a chain at a petrol station, so it was clearly a bit of a weird town.

We continued on and managed to make a good time, as the wind was tolerable. I listened to our Spanish language lessons on my Ipod and found that the time flew as I was concentrating on the pronunciation of the words. We were heading towards the hills and it was nice to have something on the horizon to aim towards. As the day rolled on the landscape began to change as we arrived in the foothills, with small rivers, green trees and crops growing. We saw fields of rice paddies, growing in the irrigated lowlands. We saw a truck full of about 30 women returning to a town at the end of the day, presumably from a day in the rice fields. We stopped for some drinks at a small shop and planned our next couple of cycling days.  Kory helped an old lady who was trying to start a beaten up, old VW that looked like it was good for nothing but the scrap yard. 

We had been intending to camp but couldn't resist the idea of a shower, as we were covered in sand again. So as we cycled through Chepen we looked out for a hotel and found one to checke
in to, which was clean and quiet and only cost 20 soles ($8 for both of us).  Then set about cooking us up some dinner on the camp stove and relaxing in front of the TV, watching FoxLife.
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Karen on

Keep on trucking! Lol

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