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It is my new Peruvian identity. The children from the daycare line up to parade through the market. The place has character. Huancayo is up in the Central Andes, over m above sea level. I was expecting some altitude sickness, but had little difficulty adjusting — I feel winded every time I climb up the four flights of stairs to our penthouse, but that may be more a measure of my poor fitness. Huancayo opened its first supermarket e. Viva el Peru! Tags: altitude , andes , chinita , fiestas patrias. Your email address will not be published. Don't subscribe All Replies to my comments Notify me of follow-up comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting. Post Comment. Notice: It seems you have Javascript disabled in your Browser. In order to submit a comment to this post, please write this code along with your comment: a7acecc03c63bececd4a. Home About Blog Contact. Bienvenidos a Huancayo! July 27, Huancayo 0 Comments. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published.

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We woke up the next morning slowly. Around 10am we were back on the road towards the next major city about miles south. The road went to 13, feet and stayed there for about two hours and then ever so slowly descended to Huancayo 10, feet. At some point during the ride I looked down and saw my left boot covered in dark liquid. Not good. It turned out that the fork seal on my left front suspension had failed. Arriving in Huancayo. A new development. We stopped at the first legit looking motorcycle dealership we saw to ask about my fork seal. We pulled the spark plugs, and to our horror, the rear cylinder was completely full of radiator fluid. After consulting our shop manual briefly to see how feasible it would be for us to take off the top end ourselves, we realized it would require the entire engine to be removed from the motorcycle. Not a good idea without access to more tools, space and some mechanical help. Definitely need to find a shop now. I left Mac and Chase to find a shop and by the time I got back the motorcycle dealership helped Mac get the motorcycle started…good news. Within 2 hours of arriving at the shop, Edward our new mechanic had removed the engine from the motorcycle, and had removed the head and the gaskets from the motor. In the meantime, Chase was feeling extremely terrible and went to a cheap hotel next door to rest. The odds were 1 in Luckily, Mac was pretty much unscathed. And then something else interesting happened. Two customers from the shop saw the motorcycles and asked about buying them. At this point Chase only had about 10 days left before he had to be back home. This could be a good option, considering Chase was also on his deathbed thanks to the dirty-fat-meat-man. Not Yet! Little did we know, our situation would soon improve. Edward, our incredible mechanic, stayed up all night putting the motorcycle back together and fabricating several parts that had reached their limit so we could get on the road that day. By 11 am both motorcycles were road worthy. Our conversation went like this…. It was an offer nearly impossible to refuse. This could mean money for motorcycles when we got back home and for me that was a THIRD of the cost of the entire trip… Both of us were super conflicted but it just made sense to take the offer and hit our last great destination Machu Picchu in bus. It was an extremely sad moment for us, but Juan and his father sweetened it for us. Just a couple hours earlier we were within 5 minutes of leaving Huancayo to continue the journey south. Now we were selling our motorcycles. A dramatic change of plans. It was a constant downer for the rest of the day. Everyone in Latin America always has his or her own remedy for stomach problems. I assumed that was just a way of saying something with sugar. After the first big gulp, the intense, hot burning in my throat was an immediate indication that I had understood wrong. At the hacienda we got to meet all the family and friends. We watched some of their off-road videos they had filmed out in the jungle and we got the whole tour of the horse stables and the house. We were put in our own fur-coat-decorated guesthouse. Here, hospitality is such a ridiculously well-refined art that it just looks suspicious to us. But I DO love it! The next day we woke up at sunrise and then Raul and one of his ranch hands Tony were there ready to take us to the family Hacienda in the mountains. The road to their Hacienda was insane. Almost 6 hours long along a dirt 2-track road hugging a sheer wall on one side and a cliff on the other. The route was littered with construction stops, racing semis and a couple rock slides that we had to navigate across. We arrived at the Hacienda before dark with time to go visit some nearby hot springs. The family used the land to mine silver and lead in the mountains and through their mining have made their family fortune. The 6-hour dirt road was made by none other than Raul himself from to Until then, all traveling to this area had to be done on horseback. The road opened up a lot of opportunities not just for Raul and his family but all the villages he connected with the road. During our trip, we had to stop several times for random errands and to say hello to people. Two of his brothers were Mayors and another brother is currently a congressman. Raul dropped us off with Reuben, one of the native farmers of the area, and his family for what he promised would be a great morning ride. It was a 4-hour round trip to the top of the mountain to see some ancient ruins perched right at the tallest point 13, feet. The horses were short and stout but for the most part were totally fine climbing up rocky degree angle mountainside even at 13, feet. Our journey back down the mountain did include one exciting moment. Chase fell over the handlebars reigns for the second time since leaving California. In an attempt to beat Mac in a little race, his horse hit the brakes before tumbling down a little ledge and Chase ended up doing a front flip onto the ground and into a bush. We then got back in the Toyota and headed back to Huancayo. At the bottom of the canyon I checked our altitude. Our trip to Huancayo got a little more exciting when we ran out of gas away from any civilization and had to coast down the hill for 15 minutes before we could get help. We arrived in hauncayo around 8 but there were no more buses leaving so we spent the night with Raul at his home one more night. We only had one more place we really wanted to get to. Machu Picchu. No rain, no cold, no stress of mechanical failure, no diesel smoke in my face, less threat of crashing and dying. BUT after an hour on bus I no longer felt any jealousy whatsoever. Traveling in bus was terrible, winding bumpy roads made us all extremely uncomfortable the entire time. Loud obnoxious Peruvian music was blaring. We drove slower and we stopped more. And for some reason we all felt more exhausted traveling on bus than on motorcycle. I feel both sorry for people that have only traveled around South America on buses and sorry for myself because I will never be able to get on a bus again without miserably contemplating how much better it is on a motorcycle. After a couple days of misery on bus and taxi we made it to within 6 miles of Machu Picchu. Everything in and around Machu Picchu is designed to steal money from rich people. It was 9pm and we found ourselves at the base of Machu Picchu along a river and some railroad tracks. We were 6 miles away from the nearest civilization but lucky for us we were able to get a couple guides: 2 dogs. We ended up getting into Aguas Calientes the town at the bottom of Machu Picchu around midnight. The next day we took the bus up 50 switchbacks of dirt road to Machu Picchu and checked out the ruins. Very cool stuff. BUT, in my opinion a little too heavily regulated and touristy. We no longer felt like explorers but fellow disneyland goers. We spent a few hours checking out the ruins, took the postcard photo and then headed… HOME. One 6-mile hike, two minute taxi rides, one 5-hour van ride, a hour bus ride, and 18 hours of flights later we arrived safe and sound in San Diego airport. It had been 73 days and more than 10, miles since Chase and I had left California. The Peruvian altiplano. This is the dirty fat meat man that got Chase and I sick. Here he is cooking Pachamanca lamb,chicken, and pork cooked with hot rocks. Arroz Chaufa. Apparently not any healthier. Engine out! So far so good. Replacing the fork seal on my suspension. Chase mustered up the strength to leave his bed and say goodbye to his baby. Our conversation went like this… Raul — I want to buy both motorcycles. Me — Oh sorry, we already sold them and received a deposit for them. Raul — What if I pay you more? Me — Oh…. Let me talk to Mac… It was an offer nearly impossible to refuse. Edward, our master mechanic. Unpacking Raul on the left and Juan on the right. The father and son that bought all three of our motorcycles. The last time we saw our motorcycles. May your new owners love you as much as your last ones! One of our many pit stops. This is looking across the canyon at the same road we were on. Hopefully this picture can give you a good idea of just how steep this mountain was. This is looking down from the window of the car.. The cliff on the right is just as steep as the wall on the left Our sick wip. Arriving at the Hacienda The view from the Hacienda The Robertson brothers enjoying the hot springs Dinner at the Hacienda Our sleeping accommodations. It was a super old house with a lot of history. Breakfast with Reuben. Reuben and his family just outside his home. Shadowfax, lord of the horses. Mac having the time of his life. The three conquistadors. These horses were small but BUFF! Grazing in the ruins The top of the mountain among the ruins. At the top of the mountain standing on the ruins. This is the bush Chase ended up doing a front-flip through. Driving back to Huancayo and running out of gas at sunset. It feels pretty good to be home. Instead of hours of bike maintenance. Hours of waiting. Part of the road to Machu Picchu. We were agonizing imagining how much fun these roads would have been on motorcycle. On our way to Aguas Calientes guided by dog! Sketchy bridge crossings at night. Sketchy tunnel crossings. Thankfully no trains came while crossing through these things. Arriving in Aguas Calientes at midnight trying to find a cheap place to stay the night. Llamas and Machu Picchu. Yes please. We found one of our guide dogs up the hill at Machu Picchu the next day… he looked dead. We did give him some of our sandwhiches, so… he should have been alright? Either way, he was a good dog! On our way back, the same way we came the night before. Exploring some of the river that flows below Machu Picchu. It was interesting to see everything we had walked by during the night. I recommend both the night and day hike! Subscribe Subscribed. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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