We woke up to a band marching by our hotel window. Our first thought: How late did we sleep?! A check of my watch reveals it’s 6AM, on a Tuesday. In Peru, that means it’s Parade Time! So much for sleeping in.
By the time we reach Lima tomorrow we’ll have ridden our longest descent yet, nearly 100 miles of downhill, from over 15000 feet on the altiplano to sea level. Exhilaratingly fun, but discouraging in how fast we can undo the hard work and days spent climbing.
There was new pavement leaving Canta this morning. Gloriously smooth pavement. We could relax our grip on the handlebars, sit comfortably in the saddle and take in the landscape, while zipping along at 20+mph without worry that an unseen bump or washboard would take us out.
The pavement didn’t last long though. Nor did the views. By afternoon, the cool winds had blown in clouds, fog and mist from the coast, obliterating the clarity of the valley. We couldn’t even see to the other side of the canyon. The dreary weather an indication that we are getting close to the overcast and cold capital city.