Intro I pulled away from Santa Clara de Tulpe at 8:15 AM under a sun that felt far too sharp for mid-April. The morning air was dry, and the initial 3km gravel climb to Mollebamba quickly coated my skin in a layer of fine, dark grit that turned my sunscreen Read more
Intro I pulled out of Cachicadan at 9:45 AM, my lungs still feeling like they were lined with wet wool after a week of hacking through this high-altitude cold. The sun was out and aggressive for mid-April, turning the steep gravel of the 3N national road into a shimmering, dusty Read more
Intro I pulled away from Yuri’s restaurant at Laguna Sausacocha around 9:15 AM, feeling the first real spark of curiosity I’ve had in a week. The sun was out, the road was paved, and for the first time since my throat felt like it was scraped by gravel, my lungs Read more
Intro I finally pulled out of Cajabamba at 9:45 AM, my lungs still feeling like they were lined with wet wool after two days of hacking through a cold. The sun was surprisingly aggressive for a mid-April morning, baking the gravel of the 3N into a pale, dusty ribbon that Read more