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Published: November 29th 2006
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Cusco
View from Hostal. That explains the extended stays, occasional white outs and large bar tab... I just wrote a proper, rather dull, but slightly amusing entry of the last few days. Just as I laid (leaned) back to admire my handy work, in light of the usual rather crass mumblings, I happend to touch, the silly two square elctricity plugs they have hear. Black. Gone. Something tells me, I´m only suppose to write crap. Your lad next door to me suffered the same fate from my fatal left foot movement and seems far less bothered than me. But the again he seems to be looking a virtual ladies...
I can´t really be bothered to rewrite it all, as you wont be surprised to hear it had probably got quite lengthy. Lets see if I can do it notes, afraid the humour will be the first to go, then the interest, so probably just best to wait for my next entry! The dvd/cd player on this machine is a fake too, so I cannae even get away with photos.
Left Cusco Sunday, feeling very rough. In order of blame is 1) return to altitude after Jungle excursion, 2) me being selected to join Austrailian birthday boy (Jack Black look alike) for a bizar stripy burning
Snow capped peaks
This is from the mian road... shot, 3) being asked to leave a club at 7am (poss after a slight snooze). Hit the road up and out of cusco. 24km. Easy enough, but wouldnt like to do much more, wobbling. Bike shop man knows all about us, a better idea of where we´re going than I do. But I did just spend 200 dollar on a new back brake, bugger is it dont even seem to be working proper. Still, two hostals, one open, one room. Yes please, 12 soles. Lovely jub. Toilet, shack, with chicken wire top so you can see lady cooking while standing. Lady turns up, and is apparently waiting, fair enough. Until strange pig like noises. I slowly wonder pass with a polite smile, as always!, no pig, just her and a sack.
To be fair as I pass, I do just catch the slightest snout out of one corner of the sack, puts my mind at rest. Trip to Doms mirage of a pizzaria on a bicycle taxi type thing, we both have a go, much to the amusement of all, even when we return the honours to the pro we still keep going. Despite his politeness he eventually asks
where we think we´re going, and as the day vanishes with the last house of the town we rather sheepishly say here, aki, and get off. Walk home, 40min later find the sign Dom had seen, opposite our hostal, but nothing attached to the sign, so chicken and chips preceeded by supa just to get back into the swing of things.
Head off for the first proper day of our nice easy onroad section. 400m climb, unexpected but then nice down hill to superb restaurant with great pasta. A nice change of carbs after a rice and egg with raw slices of potato breakfast. Making such good time 85km before lunch, decide to take a 200m vertical descent, dirt track down, to catch a barley tepid hot sping bath. Still lots of magnesium, we´re told by a male american couple. Who´d interstingly seen the NY premier of ´The Queen´, of which R and Fam will remember interupting the filming of in Glen Feshie last year. Reckon another easy 10km to town for the night, get a lift back up the dirt track with a bus full of nuns and nuns friends who are taking a day off caring for
sick and disadvantaged kids. Drop us at the main road, to remantle bike in just enough time to replenish the array of insect bites that had just about healed. 20km nasty uphill, particularly as unexpected. Fortunately the town was on the hill so came abit quicker than I had feared. Once again two hostals, one closed, easy choice. Once they´d found a light bulb. Chicken and very cold chips followed by a near immidate reaction of the bowls, infact we´re both still suffering slightly. Should have gone to the dingier looking place, always! Still had climbed back up to 2800ish so figured today would be better, puh.
First 4km fine, until you looked up. Surrounded by very mature looking hills on all sides and we were cycling into the fingers of the valleys between them, no escape as there may be if your going towards the wrist. Figure we´re going have to climb one of these, still a few potential lower passes. What a joke, we climbed each one in turn, most atleast 7 times, zigzagging across, traverse after traverse. 34km, nearly 3hours and about 1300m higher and I was still cursing every reappearing next climb. The highest moutain
The way up..
Why don´t roads follow rivers? inview, and thats were they put the Trans American Highway, not around its shoulder, but right over the highest pimple they can find. Still a descent 200m more than the climb and another thousand zig zags and 180 degree bends but this time down and arrival in a very pleasent town.
Now the due here is really getting at me so I should go. Apologese for this, really cant be bothered after first effort. Nearly asleep, a hell of a day tomorrow. 55km, 2000m dirt road track. Not even sure its posssible. will let you know. Much love to all, keep the comments coming, I cant reply directly with out reinstalling a different internet viewer oin eacj machine I use, but are appreciated. He comes again, must go, scary!
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Dodgey Plugs!
Great to hear from you. Will write longer when I've read your blog! Loads of love M