I had a lively week. Nazca Indians spread out all over the place at Chauchilla, useless bloodshed at Puquio (boy, do I like bullfights), one of my best bike rides ever through the cordillera de Huanzo on my way to Cusco and an almost fatal crash at Anta when a truck took a left turn while I was overtaking. Life just couldnít be better. I was a little worried about Peru. How does a sandpit attract so many tourists? This country is a joke, an overestimated phony and I almost sunk in a small depression.
29 May '07 - 01:08 | Wow, 29 comments already
Iím fighting a cold for the last two weeks. Itís the right nostril that gives me troubles. The wind, now and then a cold sea breeze, came from the right. The right nostril functioned as a wind catcher. No, this is not funny. At the end it started to hurt pretty bad. I had to plug in some napkins to stop the turbulence. My entire forehead was sore, no joke. Anyway, the big time sufferance is history, because after 3000 kís desert misery Iíve reached the mountains,
19 May '07 - 20:58 | Wow, 17 comments already
If you think that one grain of sand is not like the other than youíre wrong. They all look alike. Man o man what a boring ride in Peru. Iím in Lima now. Wanted to work on the bike but will not. Take my changes while traveling. The coast of Peru is all desert for 2000 k's. I did not know that. Thought this was an exotic and cheap destination, but not today. Probably tomorrow Iíll leave Lima. I have to wade another 700 kís through this dry shit and than Iíll take a left into the mountains to Cusco, lago Ticicaca. Love the mountains. Itís fresh and thereís lot to see. Well, at least a lot more than this fucking sandbox.
08 May '07 - 21:26 | Wow, 49 comments already
Well, if you think that driving an old Guzzi through the Americaís is always fun than youíre wrong. We had to work ourselves down through the Sechura desert in Northern Peru after we left MŠncora. It was quite a windy ride. I left the broken windshield in Quito. Now I know why I liked the shield. The handlebars a quite wide and with the headwind it was all hens on deck. The wind was so fierce from time to time that it blew this circus almost into the desert and we donít like being blown into the desert. For like 300 kís I had my chin flat on the gas tank thinking about knull ruffs and other kinds of exotic breakfasts.
05 May '07 - 21:08 | Wow, 20 comments already