“I’m exhausted,” John mumbled as he collapsed off his bike. “I just can’t seem to catch my breath.”
OK – that was weird. Here I was pedaling just fine up the minor climb we had today, and John was struggling. That just doesn’t happen.
“I wonder if you are fighting something off,” I suggested. “On a climb like this, you should be way ahead of me.”
Sure enough, once we got to Puno, the poor guy just couldn’t warm up – he shivered and shivered. We went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch, and he shivered and ate half his meal.
Now, he’s curled up in bed, sound asleep. Hope he feels better soon!
The good news is that we are at Lake Titicaca – finally! We will take a tour out to the floating islands tomorrow. The bad news is that it’s cold. Very cold. And climbing into bed under four Peruvian blankets feels like climbing under a pile of bricks. I think I might pull out my sleeping bag tonight so I don’t have to sleep under all that weight.
Kilometers today: 45
Kilometers to date: 20454