POP! There are few noises in the world uglier than the sound of breaking spokes.
We spent the day inching our way up a narrow track carved into cliffsides overlooking waves crashing into the rocky shore, and then racing back down to the coast. Over and over and over.
It was a tough day – I don’t even want to think about how many thousands of vertical feet we climbed – but stunningly beautiful! Bright teal-blue water… white frothy waves… dark black rocks… tan sand… Certainly a feast for the eyes.
But then came that POP! The problem with a broken spoke is that it throws off the true of the wheel. If it isn’t fixed soon, the rim actually gets bent.
We pushed on, trying to make it to town.
Uh-oh – this most definitely isn’t good. Two broken spokes spells trouble. Trouble with a capital T.
By that point, my front brake was catching with each revolution of my wheel… jerk… jerk… jerk…
How many more would pop?
We finally made the decision to bag our plans to make it into town, and pulled into a canyon to camp.
As it turned out, it wasn’t the spokes that had broken, but only the nipples. We were able to pull out some new nipples and replace them – but as John was truing the wheel, another nipple disintegrated in his hand.
We’re hoping I can make it another 250 km into Arequipa where I’ll try to find a bike shop to replace all the nipples – we figure they’re most likely all about ready to fall apart.
Will these bikes make it another 7000 km?
Kilometers today: 61
Kilometers to date: 19859
The boys had a blast throwing rocks off the cliff and watching them tumble down til they crashed into the ocean below.
Enjoying the early morning colors.
The road zigged and zagged as it made its way up and down the cliffs.
Gosh – I love these colors!
Notice the road carved into the hillside way up high?
We are always happy to find these small roadside restaurants – real food rather than more crackers!
Our typical lunch is rice, french fries, and fried eggs.
It always cracks me up how different we see things in the USA than in most parts of the world. In the US, only the wealthy can afford beachfront property. Here, that is certainly not the case!
Gotta love these signs sometimes… This one says, “Sandy Zone”. I never would have figured that out…
But if there is sand, that’s where you will find Daryl. He is LOVING these sand dunes!
Small Town, Peru
I love the way they maintain the roads here – quite literally with a broom. These guys walk along the road and sweep all the rocks off to the side.
“Don’t Burn Tires”… but I guess it’s OK to burn the rest of the car?
Notice our road cutting across that mountain face? You can barely see it, but it’s there!
I don’t really get this, but we passed a small chapel built by some kids in honor of their parents (or the other way around?) and they actually had the skulls of the honored in there.
Gotta love the tacky figures on the altar.
It was a long, sweaty climb up to the chapel, but we knew it would be cold on the way down. We bundled up before taking off.
Stunning views of the ocean on the way down!