Copacabana

Don’t blame it on Rio!!

Raf knows a twisty rich route into the city and offers to escort me to Santa Teresa where I’m staying. I’m happy to let him take the lead and unburden myself with the logistics of riding in the densely populated city. A lush mountain road discards us at the coast in short order and we prepare […]

The holidays take my breath away

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 […]