Well, today the scale tipped back to yeah, some parts of this adventure touring business are a pain in the ass, but OMG, WTF and you can even throw in a yikes or two. Today was 20K of down, 60K
Cusco to Limatombo
First, Something I didn’t include in yesterdays post: the names of the towns we rode through over 65 miles. There were more, but these are just the ones on the cue sheet. Ocongate-Chacchimpa-Jullicuna-Kuchuhsi-Pampacamarca-Kcauri-Ccatcca-Urcos-Huaro-Tipon-Sayllas-Manco Capac-San Sebastian-Cusco. Ccatcca. Ho do you even
Ocongate to Cusco
A diverse day of cycling: we left Ocongate on a short descent, then had a beautiful, gentle climb through a canyon that really reminded me of California coastal mountain canyons, both vegetation and terrain . . . except at the
Marcapata to Ocongate
After a truly crappy night’s sleep in a difficult bed we mounted our bikes and set off to finish entering the Andes, climbing to the Cima Coppi (named for one of the greatest bike racers ever, the Cima Coppi is the
Quince Mil to Marcapata
Today, the climbing truly begins–8,200 feet over 66 kilometers. There is no downhill today. There’s no secret to climbing; you spin the pedals and eventually you get to the top. The world contracts to breath, legs, and road; shifting gears,