Perú has been rough so far, giving me a welcome that I can only describe as a kick to the crotch. I’ve had a meal with both a dead bug and an expired maggot in it. The roads we’ve been on have been teeth jarringly rough. The dogs have been particularly vicious, but on the upside, my aim with rocks has gone from a one yelp to four yelps on a scale of five.
I’ve been sick, my gut is on fire and my backend is so sore that even the softest toilet paper feels like 80 grit sand paper.
We checked into a hotel for some comfort and a toilet. We woke up this morning to discover there was no water. At least the entire street was shut off. WTF? I just wanted a hot shower to start out the day. With no water to flush the toilet I wandered out to the lobby to find a giant cistern of water and buckets. The hotel new the water was going to be shut off and did not tell any of the guests.
Peru’s dreary welcome has been countered by the friendliness of the people we have encountered so far.
When riding becomes this bad, I look for other things to occupy my mind. It seems to be election season and I’ve had fun coming up with slogans for candidates and their parties. My next career as a political consultant has just begun.