For example, during a random hot and dusty lunch break, we bumped into our good friend Tim from Australia whom we had met in Colombia. He had gotten seperated from his group and was wandering lost through town. Come to find out, he and his riding partner had joined up with four others. So for two days we all rode together. On day two, a mountain decided to fall over. It covered the road blocking traffic for hours. A gas truck turned up the music and we made the best of it with a swim, pineapples, and Tim´s lack of shame.
Slim does it everytime. The mechanical genius he shows blows my mind.
This time, it was a messed up coil, so weird.
Mike´s rack was also broken, again.
From tall straw top hats to gagnster tilted enlongated fodoras, the styles of hats change wherever you go in Peru.
Bypassing Lima proved difficult due to every person trying to send us that direction. We had to beg for directions for a different way. We did not want the easiest, fastest route.
Cañon del Pato. Cutting back into the mountains, we took a wrong turn, which ended up being the one we were actually looking for, it just didn´t look like it on the map. Thus, we entered Cañon del Pato (Duck Canyon). This is an epic ride, one we had been hearing about by other riders. A desolate paved road takes you from the coast up into the beginning of the canyon where it turns to dirt and then runs you for at least 70km through somewhere around 80 tunnels.
|We experienced our first, and so far only, flat tire of the trip in this canyon. We spent one night between the canyon walls.|
This pretty much sums up our entire trip, perfect.