Woke up in Peru! People here seem to speak faster or maybe less intelligibly, I'm having a really hard time understanding what I'm being told. "Favor de hablar mas despacio" has replaced "Hola como estas" in my phrasebook.
The landscape reminds me of Baja California. Dry, isolated and vast. But much cooler, at most 25C. So it's nice.
|So it's actually a desert over here...|
In 3 months on the road and 25,000 km I flipped the finger to a single car, a taxi driver in Panama.
Well today it happened again as a pick-up truck cut me off (queue de poisson) I had to brake hard not to crash into him. So, second finger given.
|Today's lunch break|
|Told you, no towns|
That sucked. Well I have a gas tank, so I thought I'd just drive, pull aside when my tank is empty and hitchhike to the nearest gas station and back. I estimated I'd be refueled and at the next big town by 6 pm which was not that bad.
Still, sucks to leave the bike in the middle of the desert for an hour or two, I wasn't happy with that idea. Would I take the luggage with me? But then nobody would take me in their car ... many questions were had and plans made. There weren't many cars on the road either.
Eventually though there was a backhoe loader, busy moving a sand dune out of the road. I stopped next to him and walked to his vehicle. The place was extremely windy and I had to shout to talk to him. The guy had a hood and big glasses on to protect himself from the sand. I kept my helmet on for that purpose. That was a comical exchange.
Me "DONDE TIENE GASOLINA"
Him "A FTNTE KOMETROS"
Me "PERDON CUANTO KILOMETROS"
Him "SI VEINTE"
Him "SI SEGURO"
Me "OK GRACIAS"
I guess someone up there was keeping an eye on me...
|So I was back in the desert|
|Sometimes lined with trash|
|Sometimes day turned into night because of slash-and-burn|
That reminded me of northern France beaches so much that I had to order French fries and beer to go with the view. There I met Igor who was on business trip. "My name is Igor. My father was a communist." He cracked me up. We had a fun dinner, then I was off to bed after a long day. 500km of driving in Peru is stressful.
A votre sante tout le monde,
PS: Oh and I gave the finger thrice today. First is described above. Second to a truck coming towards me who forced me into the roadside as he was taking over another truck and lastly to a mini-bus doing the same thing. I guess this will become an habit over here.