|Distance||70.87 kms||44.12 miles|
|Climbed||934 meters||3,064 feet|
|Ride time (hours)||6.88||-|
|Avg speed||10.2 kph||-|
|Distance||11,177.00 kms||6,945.06 miles|
|Climbed||120,945 meters||396,801 feet|
|Ride time (hours)||884.52||-|
Thursday, May 30th, 2013
I was out of the hospedaje and onto the road early at 7am. The night watchman had to open the door for me... he asked what I was doing but didn´t believe me when I told him I had ridden there from Argentina. Today was a mudbath from the get-go. It had rained overnight turning the road into an obstacle course of puddles and mud. From Bambamarca it was a 650 meter climb with intermittent rain before descending into Chota. I was at the top by 10am so I thought I was going to have a big day... and then on the descent my front tire exploded with a bang. The tire had separated at the rim, allowing the tube to bulge out until it exploded. It took me an hour of futzing around before I finally just gave up and installed my spare tire, this tire was done. It was a Maxxis Overdrive that I had picked up in Santiago, Chile. I got about 5,000k out of it; which I suppose isn´t too bad for a 20 dollar tire in these kind of conditions.
When everything was squared away I descended into Chota where I was immediately greeted by Hector, a truck driver who wanted to know everything about my trip. He called his family out of the house and I met all of them as well. Next I headed to the Plaza de Armas looking for food. I stopped at a store next to the plaza where I met a guy who works for Edyficar (a commercial loan company that's all over Peru). We talked for about 10 minutes then a friend of his named Fabricio came into the store. Fabricio insisted on buying me lunch. He owns a cellphone store right off the plaza. He brought back lunch and we ate in the store and talked about life. Later trying to get out of town I was flagged down by about 5 other people who wanted to know what I was doing. This place was so friendly I couldn't get of town! When I finally extricated myself it was back to the mud.
About 5k outside of Chota there is a fork in the road. There was no one around to ask so I went right... mistake. It turned out to be a 20k detour in the mud. I knew things were going wrong when the track became rocky and the traffic disappeared. I really hate backtracking. I had no choice in this case though. When I finally did get back on the right road the mud went from bad to worse due to the construction on this section and the now heavy rain. I stopped around 5:30 under the eave of a house with a few motorcyclists also trying to stay dry. It was really pouring... when it was almost dark I continued up the road half a kilometer until I found a shelf below the road that was flat and not swamped. I set up camp there and made dinner under the tent awning as the rain pelted down.
I think I have identified the strangest side-effect yet of long distance touring: I cook so often with my stove that the smell of white gas makes me hungry.