We rejoined our friends in Copacabana, Bolivia, just across the border, and have celebrated Christmas looking at the lake and drinking great wine with Judy and Johannes and Gino.
Since Colombia, we have gone to Ecuador where we spent a few days in Quito, in the old part of the city, and traveled to Mitad del Mundo, on the Equator, where you can actually have one foot in the Southern Hemisphere and one foot in the Northern Hemisphere.
Back on the bike, I met up with Chris in Lima, Peru, and from there we went to Nazca. Just south of Lima, on the only main road, we encountered some protests which closed the highway.
From Nazca we headed to Cuzco, stopping one night in a small town along the way. The ride saw us climbing higher and higher into the altiplano, and I suffered some major altitude sickness, mostly drowsiness, and felt myself falling asleep on the back of the bike. This stopped when we encountered some heavy rain, which turned to hail, which turned to big chunks of ice which collected on the highway, causing the bike to slip and slide, fishtailing all over the road. Chris did an amazing job of keeping us upright; good because there was absolutely no town in sight. Freezing, wet, we just kept hoping for a town, anywhere to stop and get something hot to drink. We finally came upon a town and unbelievably, when we stopped for coffee, ran into some of our friends. They came up with sweaters, long-johns, Diamox (altitude-sickness medication) and lots of good cheer, which helped us to soldier on.
We were picked up at 6am to board a van and then a train to Machu Picchu. What can I say? Machu Picchu was something out of this world.
After a few lovely days in Cuzco, on to Puno, then to the border, and here we are. Next on to La Paz, Bolivia. The adventure continues.....