I was out of the hotel by 07.00, as I wanted to clear Cajamarca before the town became too busy. A gentle downhill back to Banos del Incas 5 km away, and after asking for directions, I was on the road to San Marcos. It was quite a lazy day of cycling at just 65 km, and a total of 750 metre elevation gain, and all on sealed roads which made life easier.
There were plenty of villages along the way, and I stopped at the top of a climb, where several women were cooking up caldo de gallino.
I’ve had this dish quite a few times now throughout this cycling trip through the Americas, and each time it is slightly different. This time, the chickens foot was absent, but the liver was floating around mixed in with the pasta and potatoes.
Cycling through this area of Peru, its pretty obvious that they don’t see many gringos ( a term which I should really explain more in another article), and especially on bicycles with a trailer. Peoples reactions are varied, from open mouthed astonishment, to laughing, from coolness through to fright (one little old lady ran off the road and into a field in terror at the sight of me -can’t blame her really!).
Arriving in San Marcos, I quickly found somewhere to stay, and at lunch I had cuy. Cuy, for those that don’t know, is Guinea Pig. This isn’t the first time I have eaten it, but it is the first time on this trip. Brief thoughts are that there was not much meat on it, and that the quarter inch thick blubbery skin looked too weird to eat.
A similar distance to cover tomorrow, although slightly more on the elevation gain side.