Ended in Lampa yesterday, about 55km short of our target. Checked in to our luxury accommodation and headed to the cafe for beers and food. That's where I notice a local in hysterics pointing at me. Turns out he'd seen my rather spectacular tumble in to a river earlier that afternoon - which had no bearing on our shortfall in mileage, probably.
About half an hour after getting three drowned monkeys running again I was attacked by a bastard of a dog that bit me twice and then promptly fucked off after I took a tumble that lost me my front brake.
All in all a good day.
Another failed attempt to get to Pampas yesterday. Spent three hours fucking about in the hills and somehow managed to get further away. Then Austen's bike shit itself so we dropped back down to the highway only 20km from where we started and rode 50km to Huancayo on a flat tyre.
Got messy in Huancayo on a (failed) mission to make Mr Dan piss himself. Feeling particularly fresh this morning we made the decision to stay in Huancayo for another night and do some day drinking.
Managed 150km yesterday despite the front end of Matt's bike falling off 30 minutes in. We aimed for Pampas ended up in Izcuchaca. Not even a little bit close but still vaguely in the direction of the finish line. No new fecal artwork to report.
Day one complete. Made solid progress with 50km in 7 hours. One wheel with commitment issues, three blown fuses and a masterful reproduction of a Jackson Pollock classic in the medium of poo - in a pub toilet and surrounding walls, no less. Getting mixed reactions from the locals, with the bikes affording us a certain amount of goodwill when we're on them but off them we frequently overhear mutterings off rapid fire Spanish ending in "gringos". Sure it's all positive...
