All posts from spokes and shoes
Intro The sky over Punta Hermosa stayed trapped behind a partly cloudy veil today, keeping the Pacific a muted shade of pewter. My bike remains a decorative piece against the hostel wall, so my movements were limited to the paved coastal roads and the rough concrete of the rooftop. Rooftops […]
Intro The overcast ceiling over Punta Hermosa remains fixed, a flat grey sheet that matches the stalled status of my bike. With the spokes still out of commission, the morning began not with the hum of tires on paved coastal roads, but with the familiar, rubbery scent of a damp […]
Intro The sky over Punta Hermosa remains a stubborn, partly cloudy ceiling, mirroring the frustration of another day off the bike. My tires haven’t touched the paved coastal roads today; instead, I’ve been parked at a wooden table at the Waves Surf Hostel, trading the rhythm of pedaling for the […]
Intro I am still grounded at the Waves Surf Hostel, my bike leaning uselessly against the wall with its broken spokes, but the Lima gloom has finally stayed away. The sky over Punta Hermosa is a clear, vibrant blue today, with the air temperature hovering around a comfortable 25 degrees […]
Intro The Lima gloom has finally retreated, leaving Punta Hermosa under a flat, overcast sky that makes the Pacific look like a sheet of unpolished lead. I’m still grounded at the Waves Surf Hostel with a bike that isn’t going anywhere, so today was about shifting the maintenance from the […]
Intro The Lima gloom has finally retreated, leaving Punta Hermosa under a mostly sunny sky that makes the Pacific look like hammered silver. Without a working bike, my day stayed confined to the paved streets and the tiled floors of the Waves Surf Hostel, shifting the focus from the road […]
Intro I woke up in a bunk bed at the Waves Surf Hostel, the bike leaning uselessly against the wall with its broken spokes. The Lima gloom has finally fractured, replaced by a mostly sunny sky and the rhythmic sound of the Pacific hitting the Punta Hermosa shore. Today was […]
Intro Today was supposed to be the day I finally felt the road beneath my tires again, but Lima had other plans. The morning started under a sky that looked like a bruised lung, damp and heavy, as I made my way back to Manuel’s workshop to reclaim my frame […]
Intro The morning in Chancay broke the streak of coastal gloom with a partly cloudy sky, though the air still held a lingering dampness. I started the day in my hotel room with a makeshift breakfast of olive tapenade and crackers, discovering too late that my only apple had turned Read more
Intro After a week of being pinned down by the coastal gloom, I finally broke away from the Casa Ciclista. The morning started with the familiar heavy slab of wet wool pressing down on Callao, but by the time I reached the desert north of the city, the gravel under […]