Well the trip did not end there.. I still need to go back and fix all my spuling mesteaks too! Also I need to get the detailed km off my GPS.
Meanwhile, here is another map showing you what we did on Day 8. I must say for me this day was an achievement of note. We ended up riding for nearly 13 hours - Not bad after 12 hours riding the day before.
The rain got into my camera hanging off my neck. The plastic-bag setup I arranged in an attempt to keep water out was not working well at all. This was the last pic I took for a couple of hundred km, before it dried out and started working properly again. This one photo came out like Colyn´s very professional, air-brushed pics he normally posts.
Only this wasnt airbrushed and nor was it very professional!
That pic defines the trip for me really. Great cameras these Cannons. They never die.
We rode on and hit tar again somewhere near Jaen on the jungle side of the Andes. We still had a long way to go and burned about two hours before stopping for lunch. My babe was doing so well! :ricky: D was very keen for more dirt in fact, confidence was back at a high, and we would have preferred to explore furth south into the jungle from here had there not been a time constraint. Alas, we had to stick to the faster roads.
Here she is setting up our camping stools for lunch. This place again looked like the bushveld to me, uncanningly similar. It made us happy.
Time to inspect our rigging on the broken pannier, it looked fine, and the bikes were both performing really well.
We pushed on up over another mountain pass, perhaps 200km of great twisties. If you like this kind of thing, then Peru is the place to ride.
As we climbed, we entered into another dry area, obviously this series of mountains was in a rain shadow. We were cruising, doing our best to scrape the pegs.....
Eventually we got to the top of the 2,200m pass. We could look down towards the Pacific Ocean again, still far out of sight in the haze.
We still had to drop back down to sea level and belt a good 300-400km further to the south to get to Trujillo. We didnt think we would make it there before dark, but we would try and at least get to Chiclayo.
Once we got down to sea level, the road straightened out a bit more and we blasted between the towns at speed.
Everything became a blur really, but I still managed to snap a group of revelers on a procession. Peruvians like thier saints days and colourful parades complete with brass bands.
The last bit close to the coast was the same battle with the cross-wind as it had been on the way up. This time we had the opportunity to wear our tyres on the other side. It feels a bit like youre leaning into a corner the whole time. At least this time we were not hitting the wind shadows of the oncoming 18 wheelers (each time its a wrestle to maintain control). It was only desperate when we had to pass the trucks travelling in the same direction.
We pressed on and got past a factory zone which reminded me of Mordor. Time was against us. Would we make it back before dark?
It turned out not to be. We rode the last hour in the dark to Trujillo, and beelined straight for the nice hotel we stayed at the first night, arriving at around 8pm. Happy but bushed, we ordered room service and slept till 7 the next day. Tomorrow all we had was 500 odd km to go and we would be home.