The Route ahead
This sign is about 10km from Cajamarca heading towards the Panamericana.
The fog is dense in the early morning, and when combined with a speedy switchbacked descent, makes for dangerous (yet thrilling) going.
Fog be Here
It speaks truth.
Winding slowly down the mountains outside Cajamarca. The road snakes off into the distance towards the desert.
The route from the Andes to the coast is one long steady descent.
The mountain scenery is quickly replaced by fertile farm valleys.
Approaching the Desert
The green scrub and fertile farmlands of the Sierra Highlands are gradually replaced by cacti and foreboding, desolate hills.
Lots o' Corn
Corn drying (?) in the hot sun.
Someone told me you couldn't patch Slime tubes, yet I've been doing it for weeks now, with no problems.
The Panamericana is horrible. In addition to thoughtless truck and bus drivers barreling along at more than 80mph, and strong lateral winds blasting you with sand, you have eyesores like this.
Alone at 667
Casa de Ciclistas
The Casa de Ciclistas (House of Cyclists) is run by Lucho, an supremely awesome and gracious Peruvian who opens his house to cyclists for free. I stayed here about a week.