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First Down Then Up

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First Down Then Up

Arequipa, 27-Jan-2010

Kilometer 4,918, Arequipa, 20-Jan-10 @ 17:50: I took a day to just chill in the city.  With Javier, the hotel owner, we toured around checking some motorcycle places.  I also took my bike for a spin through the city, dropping by the Suzuki dealer for a chat.  There I met Raphael, the motorcycle division manager, a great guy and also a rider and we hit it immediately.  He helped me get the mechanics to check the bike, give it a nice wash and especially adjust my skid-plate.   I touched so many bumps and rocks on the way to the jungle that the skid plate was bent and now touching my exhaust pipe, vibrating the whole bike when I hit upwards of 6,000RPMs.  The exhaust pipe actually melted the aluminum skid plate! Made a circle around a millimeter deep…  Now that’s hot, we’re talking 650oC+.

For the following day I booked a 3 day hike tour through Colca Canyon.  It’s the 2nd deepest canyon in the world (its neighbor, Cotahuasi Canyon is slightly deeper).  Both are almost 2x deeper than Grand Canyon.  Through Colca Canyon, you pass lush valleys, agriculture terraces, rocky cliffs… and although it’s deep and impressive, leaving aside the numbers, Grand Canyon has nothing to fear as it offers way more spectacular scenery and views.

We had a great guide for our trek: Jenny.  During our 1,100 meter descent, she explained to us all about the plants, fruits and herbs that grow in the canyon and about the first inhabitant that settled in the valley.  We even started picking fruits and herbs along the road to eat once we arrived at our huts.  We picked: Lemon, Tuna (“sobber” in Arabic :), Grenadine, Locuma, Avocado,… delicious.  For the night, we stayed in rustic villages with the minimal needs provided. Anything extra, expect to pay double the regular price; imagine the mules that have to carry the bottles of beer all the way down :).  On our second day we hiked in the canyon to an oasis surrounded by palm trees and a natural spring feeding a pool, which offered a great place to chill, swim and have fun with the group.

The hike through Colca Canyon was a preparation to see how my knee will hold up for in a tougher climb.  Once back in Arequipa I hooked up with Ashley and Roger, 2 Australian lads who were also hiking Colca, to climb the nevado Chachani.  It’s a 6,075 meter high mountain although rated as “easy” on the mountaineering scale.  However, as with any climb, the major problem is acclimatization and with Arequipa at only 2,400 meter it was more difficult.   The climb is not directly to Chachani summit (see our guide’s Roy route drawing):  First, a 3 hours bumpy 4×4 ride took us to Angel volcano, which is a very wide mountain.  We then climbed to 5,400m to reach our base camp and acclimatize to the altitude.  This hike was easy but it started snowing on us making it very cold and difficult to set up camp.  After lunch, we spent most of the time in the tents, just resting and trying to sleep.  It’s difficult to sleep at high altitude due to the lower pressure and lack of oxygen (I would have thought the opposite).  We woke up the next day at 1:30AM, had a quick snack and a mate de coca before starting our journey.  The reason to wake up early is to reach the mountain top at dawn before the strong winds that storm the summit picks up once the suns heats up the mountains.  But most importantly, so we don’t walk on slushy wet snow which could accumulate under our crampons rendering them ineffective.  We hiked up to 5,600meter then started a long descent through a narrow path to get around Angel mountain.  The passage was on a steep, loose rock façade intersected by rock cliffs which we had to climb and cross.   The snow and ice from yesterday evening made these rocks very slippery and 3 other people (from another group) who started the climb with us actually gave up during the crossing and returned to base camp.  2 ½ hours later, by 4:30AM, we made it through but by now we had descended back to 5,400meter at nevado Fatima’s base.  Here, we left our crampons as both Fatima and Chachani mountains had clear tracks ahead and we started our 2+ hours climb up to 5,900meters, almost the top of nevado Fatima.  At that point we contoured Fatima and descended around 50 meters to the base of Chachani.   Another 175m (vertical) were left to reach the summit and we got encouragement and support from the rising sun warming us and giving us much needed extra energy.

The hike and altitude was already affecting the boys.  Ashley was suffering from a strong headache, Roger was coughing heavily and Christian was trailing very slowly behind.  At Chachani base Roy gave us the all clear for each to go at his own rhythm during the final 200 meters ascent.   I headed out first as I prefer to keep walking thus maintaining my momentum during the ascent.  It was a grueling & steep hike but we were all determined to make it to the top.  The toughest part was each time I thought the peak is near I discovered that there’s another 50meter mound hiding behind which I still needed to climb… it happened 3 times!

But once on top and I could finally lift my head to look around, I became mesmerized by the rush of feelings mixed with the altitude drunkenness.  What is more astonishing you ask?  The views?  They are gorgeous; standing high and looking down on nearby volcano craters and the surrounding mountains or gazing at the unlimited views our beautiful sunny day offer.  But no, that’s not it.  The accomplishment/rush of reaching the top? Definitely, I mean, I just climbed to 6,075 meter!  But again, no.  It’s the silence!  Absolute silence.  I was standing higher than anything else around, surrounded by the mountain ranges and valleys… yet not a single whisper: no animals, no wind, not a movement, not a sound.  I sat down, not wanting to move a muscle, instinctively holding my breath and listening to the sound of silence.  I never “heard it” before.  AnywayZ, 15 minutes later, Roger showed up followed by Ashley, Roy and finally Christian.  And the celebration began.  It was Australia day on 26-Jan so the lads planted an Oz flag and cracked open a couple of beers to share around.  We stayed there ~1 hour then it was time to head down.  The boys were slowly trailing behind but I was fine… until the traverse back up through Angel.  I was drained.  Still ahead of the boys but I could feel every single muscle screaming to stop.  It took all of us longer than anticipated to make it back to base camp, but we eventually did… only to have to keep working and pack all our gear, fold the tents and continue the hike down to where the Land Cruiser was waiting for us.  That was just the last straw.  Once back at my hotel by around 17:00, I had this crazy vertigo as if I was navigating a stormy sea.  I somehow managed to stumble to a nearby restaurant and grabbed a bite to eat before heading back to take a shower and crashed on my bed.

Next morning, I realized that I was actually suffering from severe de-hydration.  During the day I drank 6+liter of water (seriously!).  But my vertigo was as strong as the night before; it just did not want to subside.  Otherwise I felt fine, I even went to visit the city and other places but everything (actually me 🙂 was moving around me.  I visited Santury’s museum where the mummies of the sacrificed girls the Incas used to offer to the mountain gods are preserved (they were found on top of Nevado Ampato @ 6,320meter).  Then on to Casa Del Moral, a beautiful colonial mansion followed by a visit to the huge Monasterio de Santa Catalina, a gorgeous Dominican monastery, amazingly preserved and a photographer’s paradise.  I tried to take good pics with my pocket camera but imagine what a good SLR can do.  I know a few of you “photographers” out there would love to be here :).  In the evening I met up again with Roy (my guide) and his friend David for a drink.  Roy and I became friends during the hike and we both shared a huge passion for Andenismo.  We will be climbing other peaks soon.

Tomorrow, I’ll be crossing into Chile.

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Changes For The Better

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Changes For The Better

Arequipa, 20-Jan-2010

Having stopped in Barranca the night before because of, in between others, all the cops’ delays, I took the opportunity to go visit Caral in the morning (Kilometer 3,592, Caral, 14-Jan-10 @9:15).  Caral is the site and name of the oldest known civilization in the Americas, dating back to ~2,500BC.  To put it in perspective, that’s the same time as the Mesopotamian and early Egyptian cultures.   It is suspected that Caral was a “peaceful” society of around 3,000 people built around religion as no weapons, no violent destructions or wars and no sacrifice rituals were found (only one child body).

It was a very interesting and beautiful visit and I only made it back to Barranca in early afternoon where I quickly saddled up and hit the road to Lima (Kilometer 3,634, Barranca, 14-Jan-10 @ 14:25).  What started as being a little funny is now putting a chill on my trip.  The Peruvian police are just too much.  Now that I am riding solo, I am getting stopped left, right and center. .. and for whatever reasons.   Once I got stopped because I went through the green light at the toll, while bikes should go through the red “X” closed lane… don’t even ask.  Another time was because I have daylight running lights on my bike!! What gives?  The police just take your paper and ask for $$.  One guy asked for a $100 USD otherwise he will keep my passport! (the first and only time I gave my passport.  From that moment on my passport does not leave my pouch and I made color photocopy + plasticized all my other documents to look like original.  The cops (a.k.a. “guzanos” can keeps them as souvenir :)).  AnywayZ, with the police I always act as if I do not know a single word of Spanish.  But I have to keep a straight face and try hard not to laugh when I hear them talking between them figuring out a way to make me understand they want money.  Well, I am out of chickens 🙂  Remember the Louisiana man? “No more chicken?!? What do you mean no more chicken!??  Aaaaahhh, you mean you RAN out of chicken!” 🙂 .  Well, I let them tire themselves trying to explain and in the end, most of the time they let me through.  But it’s just delaying my trip by couple of hours every day.

Kilometer 3,853, Miraflores, 14-Jan-10 @ 17:50:  My highlight of Lima was receiving a Skype call from Yasmina who played me a mini-concert of 3 songs on her violin :).  Pretty impressive, even drew a few on-lookers in my hostel.  Bon, back to Lima, well it changed for the better.  Still not my favorite city but it’s a little bit more secure, cleaner and the preservation & maintenance efforts of the historical monuments are yielding great results.  I spent 5 nights there.  First few days I just chilled and partied around Miraflores and Baranco (it was Friday and Saturday and I needed to move some other body muscles ;).  On Sunday, it was Lima’s day, celebrating its 475 years.  I went to the Plaza de Armas where all the festivities were happening.  They had a parade were every city of Peru had a “show” to celebrate Lima.  I saw kings from Lambayeque, Inca’s from the imperial city of Cuzco, tribes from the jungles,… un spectacle vraimment haut en couleur.  I managed to squeeze some time to visit a few of the downtown attractions.  I even got lucky to see the change of the guard in front of the presidential palace where 30 or so soldiers were marching and juggling with their rifles for a good 15 minutes.  Imagine 30 Peruvian Michael Jacksons ;).  Finally on Monday, I actually did my tourist part and visited a couple of museums.  If you are in Lima check out Museo Larco, displaying a fine collection of ceramics and jewelry from the many cultures that inhabited Peru.  The best part is you can see the evolution of art, metallurgy, ceramic,… spanning from 1,000BC, through the many pre-Colombian cultures up-to and including the first years of the conquista.

Tuesday: time to hit the road again.  I stopped in the morning by Kelly’s place, a friend from Canada and one of Alisson’s best friends.  Kelly also decided to move back to her country Peru and she was just settling in (Kilometer 3,898, “Kelly’s beach house”, 19-Jan-10 @ 11:00).  A short visit though as by 13:00 I was on the road again.  There was a bus strike in Peru a nightmare for all tourists but for me it was great to ride without all these crazy bus drivers.  The road to Nazca (and then to Arequipa) passes through Peru’s different deserts: rock and stones desert, red dirt desert, golden sand deserts,…  you name it.  While riding, every once in a while, like a mirage in the horizon, a village starts materializing.  As I get closer and the village grows ever so bigger, the wavy view soon clears up to reveal a lush valley dissected by a river where trees abound and green field lines the river shores.  People here live out of agriculture and farming.  I enter this green paradise, pass through it in few seconds only to see it disappear in my rearview mirror as I ride away and find myself driving again through a dusty and windy, arid and desolate land.

Kilometer 4,323, Nazca, 19-Jan-10 @ 18:15:  I passed through Ica, Pisco and only stayed 1 night in Nazca as I’ve been here before and visited the Nazca cemetery, aqueduct and flew above the famous Nazca lines.  And since the prices skyrocketed I just didn’t feel like flying over the lines again even if I would have liked too.  The following morning I continued to Arequipa:  Thank god, no cops.  Actually there was barely anyone on the road.  But the winds were ever so ferocious blowing sand onto the highway nearly blocking the Panamericana at a certain point.  It took some careful, strong and “tilted” driving 🙂 to face the wind and getting through this.  Kilometer 4,918, Arequipa, 20-Jan-10 @ 17:50, Arequipa is the 2nd biggest city in Peru and somehow I ended deep inside it’s suburb, not at all an inviting place.  Arriving late, in traffic, no street signs, I was just like a blind man there.  So I paid a Taxi 4$ to take me to the Plaza de Armas where I checked-in into a perfectly located hotel with secure parking.

I ended up staying 7 days in and around Arequipa.  It’s a beautiful city and a perfect hub for many activities.  I managed to do some amazing and extreme things, you got to hear about it… so check out my next e-mail 🙂

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Be Careful What You Wish For

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Barranca, 12-Jan-2010

On Saturday 2-Jan, our hostel had its “Full Moon” party.  Was a great party, all Mancora was there… except I had to wake up at 7:00 next morning and even by then,  the “leftovers” (drunk & high) people were still going at it.

Kilometer 1,294; Mancora, 3-Jan-10 @ 8:15: With Raul, Belen and Karl (a Dutch on a Kawasaki 490 riding north to Ecuador), we headed on a ~490 Km trip back to Ecuador via the Andes this time, up to Loja – Kilometer 1,798; Loja, 3-Jan-10 @ 17:45.  Once in Loja a local motorcyclist, Leonardo on a KTM 990, invited us to his place.  Now get this: his father’s house is a medieval/crusader type castle… in the middle of the Andes!  Hilarious sight, you got to see it.  We all sat in the reception hall discussing the different aspects of the road down to Peru while waiting for Barry to arrive.  Once he finally did (it was really late) we continued with Karl to Vilcabamba – Kilometer 1,846; Vilcabamba, 3-Jan-10 @ 22:00.  Vilcabamba is a quiet little town set in a gorgeously vibrant green and flowery valley where it is said its people live well into the 100’s.  So tons of gringos come to live here, hopping for the same… somehow no-one told them they should cut down on the hamburgers or smoking ;).  As for us, we arrived so late that all the stores + restaurants where closed.  We had to ride around town, knocking on a few store doors until an old lady had pity on Barry 🙂 and opened her store for us to buy some bread+ham+cheese.

We stayed a day in Vilcabamba hiking the surroundings.  By late afternoon, the clouds moved in and it rained all night up to the next morning.  Barry and I still planed on heading out but waited until 10:45 prior to hitting the road toward the Peruvian border; this time I wanted to cross via La Balsas located in the eastern tropical forests of Ecuador/Peru.  Not even 15min into our ride it started raining again.  The already muddy road soon turned into a pig pit, roads became flooded and landslides blocked the way.  My plan was to take the scenic off-roads to Peru… I was served: rain, fog & mud… talk about scenery!  We did ~60Km in 6 hours!  The whole time I did not switch from 1st gear.  You just can’t.  And I had road tires (vs. off-roads) which made things worse; my rear tire kept on fishtailing and whenever I hit a deep muddy section the front wheel would dig in and locks.   At one point the mud was so deep I got stuck.  I tried to put my foot on the ground but it just sank in the mud and it too got stuck.  Next thing you know, the bike starts tilting sideway and I just couldn’t hold it.  It must have been the softest fall ever, although kind of dirty.  During this endeavor both Barry and I fell once each.  Slowly I adapted to the conditions, changed my riding style or changed riding position (stand-up, push on pegs, pull handlebars,…) to achieve better balance and tackle these road.  Bref, it was a sort of a trial and error, I learned to handle the conditions as I went along.  Most important lesson?  Try hard to never-EVER stop: when there’s mud just give it (softly) more gas.  Crucially, always balance with the feet by pushing on the footpegs.  Some movement, especially to tackle steep or slippery turns were counter-intuitive for me, opposite to what I was used to do when riding my RR in TO!  AnywayZ, I’ll stop boring you with the details but damn it was tough, a complete muscle workout.  We finally had to stop in Palanda (Kilometer 1,926; Palanda, 5-Jan-10 @ 17:15): the road ahead was blocked by landslides and beside, it was getting late.  We stayed at the $4 “Marriot” of Palanda :)… No comments.

Next morning, more of the same but by noon time the rain subsided, the sun peaked out through the clouds and the roads got somewhat dryer.  Hey, I switched up to 2nd gear, even sometime 3rd!  Wow!!;).  Honestly we were lucky the weather conditions improved; the mountains were steeper & composed of red earth and the roads became narrower, just a path with 2 tracks.  See, very few people uses this border so with each village you pass the road becomes worse for lack of traffic.  It would have been extremely challenging to ride through here under heavy rain, I even wonder if we would have made it to Peru.  But we finally hit the border village of La Balsa (Kilometer 2,008; La Balsa, 6-Jan-10 @ 14:00) to the pleasure of Barry.  I’ll leave the details out, however you can read the huge problem Quiport and him are facing vs. the Ecuadorian government (just Google it or click HERE).  As for Peru’s Balsa border, what a joke.  The Peruvian custom agents where drinking at a party somewhere in the village (they start early here, it was 14:00).  I actually had to go search for them to get them to do our paperwork… of course, once done we had to tip them for the beer they missed :).  AnywayZ, 2 hours later we finally were on our way heading toward the first major village, San Ignacio, where we crashed for the night (Kilometer 2,060; San Ignacio, 6-Jan-10 @ 17:20).  We even went to a street party at night which was a kind of an “interesting” mix of drink and bad Cumbia music.  Naaah, we didn’t pick up ;).

Next morning, after a full cleanup of the bike, especially the chain, our aim was to reach Chachapoyas 310Km away.  50Km into our ride pieces of asphalt started appearing (finally).  As the roads improved and we were happily cruising toward Chachapoyas, we were stopped by the Peruvian police near Jaen:  a delay of ~1 hour because we did not have Peruvian insurance (SOAT).  Kilometer 2179, Jaen, 7-Jan-10 @ 12:40: We searched all insurance offices and bank outlets in Jaen but no-one will sell SOAT on a per month basis (and I still can’t find a company which can sell me insurance! The year costs U$D225).   We had no choice but to continue our road and live with the consequences.

Now we were riding on a beautiful paved road with smooth asphalt & fully signed.  The route was carving its way through a very long, narrow and deep valley surrounded by steep mountains with the roaring Utcubamba river on our left side.  A few landslides have destroyed certain portions of the road but there were workers and machines hard at work repairing them.  Montrealers, you would be jealous of these workers and the quality of the roads!  These are difficult terrain and even harder weather conditions but the engineering work is absolutely excellent.  As for the Pony Show guys, man, these twisties are calling for more horses 🙂  especially the last 70Km climbing ~1,500 meter to Chachapoyas (Kilometer 2371, Chachapoyas, 7-Jan-10 @ 18:40). And of course, the cloud forest scenery was mesmerizing (See details of our Chachapoyas visit below).

Unfortunately we could only spend 1 day in Chachapoyas before heading to Chiclayo because Barry needed to get to Canada ASAP.  560Km separated us from Chiclayo: We rode down from Chachapoyas to the tropical forests then head west through the valleys before heading up the Andes mountain (up to ~2,200m) and finally down to the coast to reach our destination at sundown – Kilometer 2932, Chiclayo, 9-Jan-10 @ 20:35 (See details of our Chiclayo visit below).

Barry flew to Canada a couple of days later (he had to arrange shipping his bike back to Quito first).  As for me, I stayed one extra day to visit Chiclayo’s surroundings before heading south.  I was aiming to reach Lima in 1 day but preferred to crash in Barranca (Kilometer 3553, Barranca, 13-Jan-10 @ 17:30) 180Km North of Lima; better enter Lima during the day.  Besides, will also allow me to visit the nearby Caral ruins.  The whole ride to Barranca was a boring one through mostly desert.  And don’t go imagining an Arabian desert with its golden sand dunes.  No, here it’s rocks and gravel desert or hard packed dark earth.  Sometime sand was blown on top of the roads forming tiny dunes, making it precarious to hit these at 100+klicks.  But that was nothing compared to the Peruvian Policia de Transito.  I was again stopped several times for whatever (stupid) reason they can come out with to extort money from me.  I had to play “dumb” with them, only speak in French and use similar tactics as in Ecuador to get out of their fangs.   The only funny moment from all these incidents was the unique time I had to pay for what they insisted was an infraction (long story): the cost? half a chicken :).  Honest!

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How It Starts

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How it starts

Mancora, 01-Jan-2010

Happy New Year!! and all the best for 2010.  Or as Raul made it a little sad: “welcome to the new decade” 😦 … man, it feels like only yesterday we were in Montreal celebrating Y2K.

Trip so far is great.  On my first day, I was excited to start, yet anxious.  I mean, how will I handle the road? and the bike? How will I face the different cities, different weather conditions, security issues?… well, in the end, I just took it as it comes and enjoyed the ride.  I guess this is the only way to embark on such an adventure.

Kilometer 0, Conocoto, 26-Dec-09 @ 8:15: The ride down from Quito to Bahia was beautiful.  Climbing to 4,200 meter then zigzagging all the way down:  Curves after curves, hairpins, blind turns, hard 90’s,… you name it.  Just amazing!  Just as I left Quito, I met another rider, Anthony.  He has a KTM 640 and we road together for 2+ hours up to Santo Domingo (Km 137, Santo Domingo, 26-Dec-09 @ 10:25).    Anthony was familiar with the road, ripping through the turns on these downhill through the cloud forests.  It was perfect for me as he was opening the way, passing cars, spotting the road hazards,… I was just following him, enjoying the scenery and the ride.  I must have taken more curves on this route then in 1 month in Toronto :).

I hit all kind of roads: good asphalt to completely broken “asphalt” (if you can still call it that), cement highway to dirt and gravel.  And from the usual road hazards, to the strange, up to the “what the h-ll!?!”: You got the usual bumps, holes, sand patches, dogs, cows, incoming trafic,… then you are faced with small streams crossing the road, playing chicken with the trucks/buses wanting to pass on an uphill or in a turn, people blocking the road with ropes to collect  money,… and then the best: I crossed 2 metal bridges with (BIG) f-in holes in them!! … practice slalom I guess?

Km 357, San Vicente, 26-Dec-09 @ 15:15: Once in San Vicente I realized I had to cross the bay to reach Bahia.  To do so, I was directed to ride on the sandy beach up to the water edge then climb the steel slippery ramp of the ferry… Not at all pleasant, scared the hell out of me.  I was sure I was going to drop the bike.

Km 370, Bahia, 26-Dec-09 @ 16:30:  The wedding was fun!  Raul and Belen chose this beautiful hacienda right on the waterfront.  What a beautiful setting to tie the knot:  Coming in a boat, Belén disembarked and walked down the “aisle” on a long wooden peer to meet Raul who was waiting on the shore.  I can just imagine the emotion running through Raoul’s head.  The fiesta soon started, the dinner being served around a pool with a dance floor nearby.  It was really a great party, perfect to celebrate my first day riding.

I spent the following day with everyone in the city and its beach then on Sunday with the newlyweds, we rode toward Mancora, Peru… with our share of troubles.  Raul’s KTM first had electrical problems which kept shutting down the bike.  So we stopped in San Jose (just before Olon) (Km 623, San Jose, 28-Dec-09 @ 19:30) in a beautiful hosteria right on the Pacific, with a long a wide sandy beach, perfect for a late night swim.  Coincidence, the owner Jessica is Lebanese who moved to Ecuador when she was just 4.  Not only the setting was great but so was the host.  And who would have said that I will be eating “labneh” for breakfast on an Ecuadorian beach paradise :).  The next morning we headed toward Guayaquil but on our way Raul bike’s chain broke: Km 769, Highway to Guayaquil 29-Dec-09 @ 15:00. We had to haul the bike into a truck for the last 50Km drive to Guayaquil.  After spending most of the afternoon looking for a mechanic, Raoul and Belen checked-in into a hotel and I headed to spend the night at Victor’s (a.k.a. Makanaki) house, Barry’s uncle.

The repair took all following morning and by the time we left Guayaquil it was already 13:00, which meant we arrived late at the border (Km 1,136, Huaquillas, 30-Dec-09 @ 17:20) and even later in Mancora (Km 1,291, Mancora, 30-Dec-09 @ 20:30).  Raul and Belen headed to their honeymoon beach hotel while I crashed in the nearby hostel.  Mancora has good beaches for surf but it’s also a wild party place.  And being New Year’s eve, it was absolutely crazy.  And not to be outdone, my hostel hosted its monthly Full Moon party… all I can (and should) say: it will take me a while to recuperate from Mancora.

Another change of plan! 🙂  Barry bought exactly the same bike as mine (same everything: color, year, model…) and he decided to join me for 1 week of riding.  Sweet!  I’ll have to ride back with Raul and Belen to Ecuador, this time through the Andes up to Loja where Barry will meet-up with me.  I was told about a few routes which I would love to ride and with Barry, it will be so much fun.

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