That was a long haul. I thought we would never make it to our next “rest stop”. The mountains of Peru are seemingly endless, it goes up one side, down to the river valley on the other side and then you already see the endless s-curves snaking their way up the other side of the steep valley. And so it went on and on for almost two weeks. If we made 40 km’s a day it was quite an achievement.
SPOT and I have been friends for quite a while, he’s helped keep my family’s worries to a minimum wherever I’ve ventured and given me a safety blanket along the way. It was no question that SPOT would come with us on this trip, and so he’s lived in my handlebar bag for the past 14 months, dutifully sending out a little GPS message each night to our families back home. But SPOT isn’t so young anymore and he doesn’t always have the strength needed to send a tiny piece of code into outer space. And last week I forgot SPOT outside, he’ll never be the same again.
Ecuador surely has the steepest bloody hills of them all. The last week, heading to the boarder of Peru really took it out of us. I mean, it was beautiful, lush green hills, deep canyons, quiet roads and friendly villages (except the nasty, evil dogs). Just ass-kicking hard. It was a real exception if we had a day of less than 1.000m of vertical climbing on some 7-15% hills. Long, gradual climbs are a lot easier on our legs than the extremely steep ones here in Ecuador....