A breakfast over at the railway tracks of two fried things and a couple of cups of coffee before I left wasn’t quite good enough to get me up the initial steep hills without pushing the bike. This was due to a combination of factors, such as every time a piece of my gear breaks, I have to replace it with a locally sourced alternative which is usually heavier, I was tired from the day before, and the uphill really was very steep.
These two guys had the right idea!!
Not a great start, and in fact, this was to become a bit of a theme for the day, with me doing more pushing than I remember doing throughout the trip so far. Today was a brutal, painful day. A day where I could easily have become weak had alternative transport been available, but with rush hour traffic being a vehicle every hour, this wasn’t really an option.
This sign was not an exaggeration… It really was that steep, and I had just cycled up it!
Looking down onto llama pens.
Much ascending, descending to a dry river bed, and ascending again. Much to forget in fact! At 18.30, and with 70 kms covered, I called it a day, and set up camp at the top of a mountain. Pasta and tuna never tasted so good!