Monday, April 14, 2014
Literally within an hour of curving and swerving down a never ending hill, mud brick houses started to re-appear and small farms, covered in banana trees, papaya, mangoes and many other tropical fruits. Amazing to see that this sweeps all the way down to the Amazon! What laid ahead for the next hours of our trip were some what unexpected and unwanted
We arrived to the end of the road after Sophie took a little crash on the edge of a cliff that served as nothing more then a scary backdrop. She dusted herself off and in no time we were negotiating with a 10 year old boy to stash our bikes at his dads hostel. Within minutes we were speeding off to the station to catch the final train of the day, and then a large truck slowed us up for what seemed like eternity the driver attempting to dart past him on numerous occasions. The result was that we missed the last train and were faced with a 2.5 hour hike down the train tracks in the pitch black dark. Fortunately I invested in some beers incase things turned pear shaped. As we walked along the train tracks under cover of the night Sophie started to think she was so exhausted that she was beginning to hallucinate. Little darts of light shooting between the trees like shooting stars. Fireflies lit up the cold air ahead for a brief moment and seemed to lead us the way to 'Aguas Caliente' the town you set off to hike to Machu Pichu from. So after a long long long looooooonng eventful day we found our hotel quite drunk by this stage and hit it out for dinner, followed by a much needed massage in which I passed out immediately! With a 4am wake up the next morning we were sound asleep with full bellies in no time, exhausted, but feeling more alive then ever!
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I love mountain environments more then anything else on earth. When im up there my respect for nature is heightened as any change in weather could be life threatening and these changes can come on out of nowhere. The vastness and never ending beauty empowers and stirs up the adventurous soul of any human.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
The horizon forever changing, lamas, alpacas and small colourful people working the land we weaved and climbed up into the snow capped mountains. Pacha mama (mother earth) keeping an eye on us, the nip of her wind penetrating and stinging any exposed skin. We climbed and climbed pushing the bikes to their limits and forever pushing adelante!
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
So after watching 'Motorcycle Diaries' on multiple occasions and reading Che Guevaras diaries from his incredible travels, I threw it out there that we should avoid the tourist filled treks to Machu Pichu and ride some bikes there. I dont know if it was the high altitude or let lag, but Sophie loved the idea and within 48 hours of here 30 something hour plane ride we were shakily riding out of Cusco before sunrise. A very vague idea of how to get there, a little map with sketches and notes marked all over it and 16 hours lay between ourselves and Machu Pichu.
As we stalled the bikes a few times leaving Cusco up the steep hills, nearly got attacked by packs of dogs and started to feel the freezing mountain air we began to realise what we had put ourself into.
My new little lady friend from Western Australia, who I had only known for around 8 weeks before I left Australia for South America made a complete power move. She pushed aside her uni exams/assignments to come and join me for some adventures in the soaring high Andes of Peru.