When I woke up this morning, I discovered that something had bitten the soles of my feet, and the ends of my big toes. Weird, and also a little irritating. Still, its all part of the fun of travel (apparently) and so it was time to hit the road. The initial 30 km was all uphill from Leymebamba, although thankfully, the gradients were kind in nature.

The road was quite narrow in places, with sheer drops.

The landscape changed to more open farmlands with many dairy cattle. Milk is not a big thing in Peru though, and if you ask for it, more often than not you end up with a tin of evaporated stuff.

Along the way I met Vince, a motorcyclist from California, who had also set off a year ago. He’d spent quite a lot of time surfing in Mexico.

After 30 km, I reached the top of the climb at 3600 metres.

And when I turned the corner, I came across simply the most amazing view.

Then, at 60 km, I started what must be one of the worlds longest downhill dirt roads. Losing 2600 metres in height was probably something I would pay for later, but having to turn the pedals less than a dozen times in three hours, whilst cycling through those stunning mountains was great !

And then I was in Bolsas, a tiny village, whose existence owes itself only to the fact that it lays at the bottom of a valley. It was quite hot, being down below the 1000 metres mark, so first job was a bottle of water followed by finding a room. 10 soles saw me in a room which reminded me a lot of some of the places I stayed in Africa. Despite the presence of a fast flowing river, this village has a shared toilet. Yes, you read it right, the village. No problem during daylight, but I think an empty Inca Kola bottle will come in handy tonight !