Still on a wave of euphoria from the salar experience I head south for the lagunas the following morning. I ride with a German friend of mine who is on a well set up airhead GS. He has no interest in riding the more remote route through the south so we will part ways in […]
Salar de Uyuni is one of those places I knew I would have to visit from the first moment I saw images of motorbikes ridden across its vast white surface that goes on seemingly forever. The combination of immense remoteness and unfamiliar beauty combine for an intoxicating allure that will punish the unprepared traveler. At […]
Sucre is an oasis of culture, Mediterranean weather, and easy breathing, and it pains me to leave. I have a passport that is expiring in the coming weeks and the weather down south will deteriorate soon so I need to be moving on. The consolation is the next leg of my journey will take me […]
The ride to Puno is short and paved, which is good since I’m not in the mood for one of my marathon riding days. Two weeks in Chicago (at sea level) over the holidays have left me gasping for breath at Puno’s 12k ft. After months of riding the Andes I appear to have lost […]
I started getting false warnings on the GPS around the time I entered Peru, usually a sign wires are shorting in the cradle. The cold rain and high passes before Huancayo officially did it in, no power. I run on battery power now and leave the unit powered off until it’s needed. I have my […]
