Chulucanas to Motupe bush camp. 147 kms. 811 metres climbing. I sat on the whole way.

The room we had last night was on the corner of the hotel on the ground floor. This meant that everytime a car or motor cycle pulled up at the corner we would hear them rev off. This happened all evening and all morning. I don't think I got much sleep at all. I was just as tired this morning as I was last night. Not a good start to a 147 km ride.

 The photo above is of our police escort for the day.

 My first bush camp for the trip. Another tent 'Hilton' experience.

The campsite in northern Peru is very baron, hot and dusty land. 

I'm finding it difficult to stomach the breakfast of cereal and bananas. I have to force myself into eating it.

We all rolled out of the hotel as a group and James did the usual thing by riding out in front on his own the whole day. I sat at the back of the bunch because my stomach was not 100% and I was dead tired. The group was about 20 strong to the lunch break which was off the main road and up a dirt track next to a couple of homes. These homes are just about falling down. Very little is going on around this part of the country. Dry, hot, baron land is all it is. Probably best described as a hot dust bowl.

I ate more than usual for lunch because I didn't want to suffer in the afternoon like I did yesterday. Barry and Tim are going really strong right now and doing the majority of the work on the front of the bunch. I just wanted to get the day over with.

Like usual we had the police escorted us until about 30 kms from the bush camp. At least the weather was cooler than yesterday. As we rode through some very small towns the children would come out and yell out 'Gringos' to us, we would just wave at them and continue on.

With the Bike Dreams sign on the side of the road, it was time to turn off and take the dusty road up to a football field where the trucks were located. I had a problem with my camping bag, I couldn't find the key for the lock. This is where Robert the boss came into action and broke the lock. Now my tent is up and I'm ready to relax, eat, drink and more relaxation.

Dinner was perfect, a birthday cake for Alec and I'm off to bed. Tomorrow is roughly 75kms and dead flat. How cool is that. '

Until tomorrow, safe riding.