Another fine day on the bike

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

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Flag of Peru  , Huanuco,
Sunday, January 20, 2013

We woke up in our beautiful camp spot, with the sun rising up behind the mountains and a low mist hanging in the valley. The air was crisp and we could see our breath in front of us. We had slept well during the night and not needed half of the extra layers that we had brought with us. Kory hopped out of the tent to get the stove started and to prepare breakfast and I packed our things away and wrestled the sleeping bags back into their sacks. We enjoyed our breakfast whilst watching the mist move through the valley and breathing in some fresh, mountain air. It was a great way to start the day!

We got our bikes ready and wheeled them back onto the gravel road. We could see the highway from the road, so knew that we only had a couple of kilometers to cycle to join it. As the end of the National Park approached we could see the highway snaking its way down a huge valley, for miles to come. It was a beautiful sight because we knew that we wouldn't have to peddle for a long time. We covered up as much as we could, as it was cold and we would be hitting the freezing air at around 30kmph. I pulled my neck scarf up over my face to protect my nose, which Kory felt completed my ninja look.

I made my way down but within a couple of minutes was surrounded by nine dogs. They were all barking and snapping their teeth. I turned around to see that Kory was still at the top of the switchbacks taking photos, but thankfully the dogs were scared off enough by me shouting and waving my arms. The dogs always give us a fright but thankfully they run off when we stop the bikes and shout at them. I waited for Kory to catch me up, as I expected they would try to ambush him to if I gave them the chance.  Within a couple of moments we were cycling passed another small house, and they also had a pack of guard dogs, who rushed out to chase us. We shouted at them, and I thought that they had given up, only to realise that one of them had bitten Kory's pannier, and was being dragged along by its teeth rather than letting go. Kory's waterproof, sturdy bag, which had survived numerous bangs and scrapes for the last 12,000km, now had a hole in it. We were both frustrated at the dogs but grateful that it was only a bag that had come off worse for wear.

We continued to whizz down through the valley, only stopping occasionally for photos or to stop dogs from chasing us. The road joined a river and we saw a fairly big mining site, which may have been mining for gold. We continued to follow the river, and ate up the miles as we were going slightly downhill.

We stopped for drinks and an apple and happily continued on through a couple of little towns. By midday we had hoped to be in the town of La Union, but according to our maps we should have arrived there already. So we stopped by the river and ate the left over pasta/tuna from the night before. The sun was shining, we were surrounded by lush, green fields, with small crop areas and could see a small village on the other side of the river. Behind us there was hardly any traffic on the road and we knew that we had more downhill to come. It was a good feeling.

Unfortunately the town came into view within 15 minutes of riding and we wished that we had continued riding to save time. It didn't stop us from wanting another lunch though. We saw a small restaurant with the usual menu of the day written in chalk on a board outside and were soon tucking in to soup, with beef, veggies, chips and rice.

We had made it to the town and now could re-evaluate how much time we had left to make it further along for the day. Thankfully we had good information at the moment about what towns ahead have hotels or if the area is unsuitable for camping i.e. in a canyon. We decided to continue on, to try to make it possible to got to Huanuco the following day and then rest there for the day. As we left town, we were pleasantly surprised to see that our information sources needed to be updated and in fact the road was now paved and not gravel.

The road continued to follow the river, but now the valley had opened up a bit and there was some farmland on both sides. We frequently saw shepherds watching over 10-15 sheep, in a small field and it seemed to be to be a rather monotonous job. I'm sure that they may have been thinking the same about us though cycling everyday.  We also saw fields of potatoes being harvested by farmers, who would walk along with a pickaxe and loosen the soil and then the wives, children, workers would walk along behind him with a bag and dig with their hands to collect them. Everyone in the valley seemed really excited to see us and waved and shouted greetings. Thankfully the dogs didn't seem to care about us at all, as Kory and I hesitantly cycled passed them.

At this point the road ascended up to a small town, perched at the top of the valley side, overlooking the farmland. The climb took us an hour or so, but felt good as it was paved, and numerous times locals slowed down as they drove passed us to shout words of encouragement. We arrived into a small town, with one street and lots of small houses on either side. As we sat on the shaded pavement enjoying a cool drink, several people greeted us as they walked passed. This valley was one of the friendliest places that we have visited.

The road then gradually dropped back to the level of the river, to a small village called Tingo Chico. The descent was easy and was only slowed by numerous “New Zealand traffic jams”. It seemed to be the time of day where farmers take their animals back in from the pastures and we encountered several flocks of sheep in the road, usually alongside a couple of donkeys and a cow or two.

The village was tiny but we knew that there were a couple of hotels, even if they weren't signposted. We asked a couple of villagers, and were directed to what looked like a mechanics yard.  Sure enough they had rooms available, with a separate toilet and freezing cold shower in the mechanics yard. It wasn't exactly what I was hoping for but it felt good to be clean after two nights in the tent.
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Paddy on

It really is mind boggling how far you've cycled when you look at the map. Well done guys. Inspirational.

Gramma on

You two have so much courage, it's so nice to follow you's on the blog. Keep up the good work. Love and hugs

Doreen and Dave on

You have cycled so far it's amazing. Bradley Wiggins? Tour de France? Both pale into insignificance. Pleased you had lamb for a change. The chicken death toll must be very high. Beaucoup de courage! Love and respect xx

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