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After bothering Fabiola to serve me breakfast earlier than usual at home, I was able to go out on the bike at 6:30 in the morning. Ica is a very commercial city and has Huacachina next to it with its very famous Oasis in the middle of the Peruvian desert.
Once refueled, I expected a path similar to the previous days. But this time it was different. There were already more curves and traffic on all sides. The good thing about Peruvian traffic lights is that they have a countdown for color change, so all trikes always get ready to take off, me included. Due to excessive traffic and the size of Norah's ass, I was unable to complete the mileage for this day. The Pacific Costanera accompanied me throughout the journey and it was impossible not to get into the sand from time to time.
On the way I passed a cyclist, and since I missed talking to someone, I opted to park off to the side to talk to him. It was 75-year-old Erik from Denmark going to the nearest city. With a bicycle that had 20 kg on its rear axle, he told me that his life was there. He worked as a painter in France and once a year he goes down to pedal in South America, he did this for 20 years. While we were in conversation, out of nowhere on the horizon, two more bicycles arrived. They were Harald and Elke, a German couple living in Australia. They had been cycling from Ushuaia and were heading to Ecuador. After some nice photos, each one followed his path. Later they would leave their bikes at Ecuador Bike Rental for a few weeks until they got to know Ecuador.
It was already 9 pm when I got to Camana. Lots of roadside beach ad signs from where you could already see the city lights. So, with great caution I decided to enter one of those beaches trying not to attract anyone's attention. We spent our second night camping with Norah using a shovel to level the sand. Obviously, she buried herself again, but had no energy today to get her out of there. Set up my tent and tomorrow for strength training, I had t
After bothering Fabiola to serve me breakfast earlier than usual at home, I was able to go out on the bike at 6:30 in the morning. Ica is a very commercial city and has Huacachina next to it with its very famous Oasis in the middle of the Peruvian desert. Once refueled, I expected a path similar to the previous days. But this time it was different. There were already more curves and traffic on all sides. The good thing about Peruvian traffic lights is that they have a countdown for color change, so all trikes always get ready to take off, me included. Due to excessive traffic and the size of Norah's ass, I was unable to complete the mileage for this day. The Pacific Costanera accompanied me throughout the journey and it was impossible not to get into the sand from time to time. On the way I passed a cyclist, and since I missed talking to someone, I opted to park off to the side to talk to him. It was 75-year-old Erik from Denmark going to the nearest city. With a bicycle that had 20 kg on its rear axle, he told me that his life was there. He worked as a painter in France and once a year he goes down to pedal in South America, he did this for 20 years. While we were in conversation, out of nowhere on the horizon, two more bicycles arrived. They were Harald and Elke, a German couple living in Australia. They had been cycling from Ushuaia and were heading to Ecuador. After some nice photos, each one followed his path. Later they would leave their bikes at Ecuador Bike Rental for a few weeks until they got to know Ecuador. It was already 9 pm when I got to Camana. Lots of roadside beach ad signs from where you could already see the city lights. So, with great caution I decided to enter one of those beaches trying not to attract anyone's attention. We spent our second night camping with Norah using a shovel to level the sand. Obviously, she buried herself again, but had no energy today to get her out of there. Set up my tent and tomorrow for strength training, I had t
Went for a run today as part of my training for the #7summits2wheels project and got distracted by one of the most beautiful beaches in #WestAfrica and I found myself in seconds bare footed running by the beach completely alone here. I’m. It sure if this will ever be repeated again. Tomorrow or ever but is for these moments that you live. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Fui a correr el día de hoy como parte de mi entrenamiento para el proyecto de #7summits2wheels y me distraje por una de las playas más hermosas de la costa de Africa Occidental. En segundos me encontré descalzo corriendo solitario en una playa increíble. Kilómetros de este paraíso. Quizá se vuelva a repetir mañana, tal vez no. Pero es por estos momentos que realmente se vive.