Intro The day began in Asia under a heavy, overcast sky that kept the temperature at a muted 19.1°C. I spent the morning preparing for the 68-kilometer stretch to Nuevo Cañete, packing my bags with a lingering worry about a sudden stomach bug. The asphalt of the Panamericana waited just […]
Intro Day 300. I woke up in Punta Hermosa under a ceiling of clouds that looked like a damp wool blanket, the thermometer hovering at a steady 20°C. After 65.4 kilometers of navigating the fine line between the abrasive Panamericana and the spray of the Pacific, I’ve finally landed in […]
Intro The Lima sky woke up in its usual shade of bruised grey, a flat ceiling at 23°C that felt more like a heavy lid than an atmosphere. I spent the early morning at the casa ciclista, preparing to finally push south on paved roads after days of mechanical stasis Read more
Intro The Lima sky woke up in its usual shade of bruised grey, a flat ceiling at 22°C that felt more like a heavy lid than an atmosphere. After days of mechanical stasis in Callao, I was finally ready to push my gear onto the pavement and leave the Casa […]
Intro The morning in Callao started under a light drizzle, with the thermometer hovering at 22°C and the pavement slick with that familiar coastal dampness. It was my final day of mechanical stasis, a quiet morning of fueling up on oats and mandarins while answering WhatsApp messages about the Trans […]
Intro The Lima sky held its usual bruised grey today, a flat ceiling at 21°C that felt more like a heavy lid than an atmosphere. After the mechanical stasis of the last few days in Callao, I spent the morning in the courtyard of the Casa Ciclista, my hands tracing […]
Intro The Lima sky woke up in its usual shade of bruised grey, a flat ceiling that seems to press down on the city’s chaotic pulse. I dragged myself out of bed at 7:00 a.m., still feeling the weight of last night’s cleaning marathon with Fernando, but the mission for […]
Intro The sky finally cracked today, trading that heavy pewter lid for patches of genuine blue over the Barranco district. I started the morning at 1900 Backpackers, fueling up on hummus and mandarins before diving into a day that felt less like a bike tour and more like a high-stakes […]