It's All Part Of The Adventure

Days 134-137

After our night ride out of the protest area, we arrived in Cuzco at 7am and started our usual search for a hostel with all the necessary prerequisites, in particular parking for the bikes. Emily watched the bikes while Ric wandered around trying to find somewhere, but it took a bit longer than normal and Ric's battery went flat in the process (yes, he left the ignition on). So our first tour of Cuzco involved Emily pushing Ric's bike so he could try to jump start it, down whichever street was most downhill irrespective of one-way conventions. After many failed attempts, Ric rolled round the corner to try to park up, found the best hill yet and with one almighty jump managed to get the bike started. Little did we know at the time that this was just the start of many problems!

The next few days went smoothly, however. We visited the awesome Macchu Picchu, leaving our bikes in a nearby town and taking a train and a steep hike to reach the site (no roads all the way there, unfortunately). The primary icon of Peru was definitely worth the hype (though Emily had been there before), and getting there early to avoid the peak crowds was worth it too. On the way back to Cuzco through “The Sacred Valley” we looked round a number of other Incan sites which were all very cool, but somewhat overshadowed by the superlatives of Macchu Picchu. Cuzco itself is a nice city with lots to see and do (including the famous Norton Rats bikers' bar that was sadly devoid of bikers when we stopped by) but, as we'd been warned by the American family we met in Abancay, very “hassley”.

Days 138-139

From Cuzco we wanted to visit the Colca Canyon. The only all-tarmac route would mean a long way round and doubling back again later so we chose to take the more direct route to Chivay, at the edge of the canyon. We had read that there was a “mostly paved” route somewhere in the region and took a guess from the map at which this was, having tried (not as much as we should) and failed to get local advice on the matter. The route was fairly high altitude – mostly between 4,000 and 4,700m – and although the scenery was beautiful, the thundery hail storms (two of them) were not as pretty and very cold. By mid-afternoon we were getting close, about 60 miles away, but the road really started to deteriorate. We asked some locals how long they thought it would take: “about five hours”. Five hours! With only two and a half hours of sunlight remaining this wasn't the best answer. We rode for about half an hour and bumped into some other locals on dirt bikes. So of course we went for a second opinion: “about five hours”. Eek! Our half an hour's riding had done nothing to reduce the estimate! We decided to carry on as fast as possible and stop at any town that might have a bed, or else find somewhere safe to pitch the tent. Now the road was just a track full of big stones. Emily in particular felt her bike twisting beneath her, and mentioned to Ric on the radio that her bike was bottoming out more than normal. Stopping safely on the big stones was just as tricky as riding across them, but when we came to a clearing Emily rode in front so Ric could check the tyre: flat as a pancake. We set about fixing the tyre, with our little kit and our bike pump but couldn't get a solid fix. The sun was setting and the air getting colder, but as we were stopped we noticed buses and lorries travelling at a reasonably speed on a road crossing our track about 300m away, and more than that we could see a small town! So being extremely careful on the semi-inflated tyre we made our way there, and managed to find very basic lodgings (we're talking outside toilet, no shower). When dinner, bed and breakfast all come in at just four pounds each you can't really complain, though.

The next morning we put more and more plugs into the tyre, pumping it up with the hand pump each time, then finding it still leaked. Eventually we thought we had it so we rode out towards Chivay. Just as we started out onto the reasonably good unpaved road, Ric did an emergency stop. Emily put on her brakes but not much happened – not the best time to discover your assisted breaking is no longer working. She managed to slow down a lot and swerve to the side, and almost got away with it, except for a small clash of the paniers which sent her and her bike sprawling across the road. Ric's reason for stopping was that the GPS had jumped off the bike and he pointed out that, as we had found it between his two tyres, if he had gone any further he would have squished it. Emily felt a bit miffed that the GPS seemed to be more important than her, but she was fine; the breaks are a pain but still work if you just press them harder so we continued on.

The day improved after we reached Chivay and rode into the beautiful Colca Canyon where we were lucky enough to see some of the resident condors flying up on thermals. However, we realised we were still leaking air, so when we got back to Chivay put another plug in the tyre and used the petrol station air to pump it up. Surely we must have it this time, and after a night at rest the pressure was still good.

Days 140-141

From Chivay we wanted to get to Puno on Lake Titicaca and it wasn't too far to go so we were happy to stop at various view points on the way. It was at one such point that we discovered Emily's broken pannier rack. This probably happened when she dropped the bike the day before, or possibly it was weakened and then rattled itself off on all the subsequent bad roads. There wasn't much we could do but tie it up with string so it didn't cause any further damage to the pannier, which it was busy wearing a hole in. As we were about to leave, a German couple pulled up on two BMWs (a 1200 Adventure and 800 GS – both slightly bigger versions of our two bikes, and much more heavily laden). We had a good old chat about biking and the roads to come (apparently some of the Bolivian roads we're planning on taking are really bad); they had also met our French friends a few days before so we already had friends in common! We are going separate ways at the moment but hope to meet up in Chile or Argentina.

So we continued on to Puno, and it wasn't until we were quite close, having stopped at some more ruins on the way, that we discovered Emily had a flat again. We limped into Puno and into a hostel. Just before setting out to find a tyre repair shop and a welder for the pannier rack Emily opened the tail bag, and the zip broke! Sometimes everything just goes wrong. We had the tyre fixed and agreed to do the welding first thing in the morning. First thing in the morning Ric found that the tyre was flat again! So he made another trip to get the tyre fixed again – a stone had worked it's way in probably because of running it so flat – and a bit of time at the welder next door, while Emily fixed the bag for the millionth time this trip, and fingers crossed that now we're sorted. At least all this tyre fixing and welding was very cheap – just over one pound a pop!