Intro I left Yanacancha this morning with a stomach full of nothing but four small, over-sweet bananas and a handful of dry biscuits. The sky was a heavy, unmoving grey, and the road immediately turned into a steep, loose gravel grind that forced me into my lowest gear before I’d Read more
Intro I’m writing this by the light of a single bulb in Yanacancha, my legs still humming from the 1,081-meter climb. The morning in Bambamarca was heavy and overcast, the kind of grey that makes the decision to take the unpaved 3NB route feel like a serious roll of the Read more
Intro I’m writing this from a hotel room in Bambamarca, my skin still humming from a 34-kilometer day that felt twice as long. The morning in Chota began with a heavy, overcast sky and the realization that the Andes don’t care about my planning, whether it’s for today’s 821-meter climb Read more
Intro I’m sitting on a balcony in Chota tonight, watching the light fade over the Plaza de Armas while my quadriceps twitch in a slow, rhythmic protest. Today was only 39 kilometers on paper, but with 1,290 meters of vertical gain, it felt like trying to scale a skyscraper made Read more
Intro Chancay Baños is a quiet pocket of heat and sulfur after yesterday’s 1,300-meter vertical grind. The sky was mostly clear today, and for once, the bike stayed locked in the hotel room while I navigated the gravel side-roads on foot and by moto-taxi. The air here feels heavy with Read more