Quito, Ecuador via Peru to Uyuni salt flats in Bolivia, a little cycle, simple. Except, we have no support vehicle, we have to carry all our equipment on the bikes, there is the small issue of the Andes in the way, the majority of the route is at an altitude of 3000m + with passes over 4500m, temperatures below -15, wild rabid dogs, living off only guinea pigs, 3 day stints without water or food, off-road, waist deep rivers, no nail polish for Amanda and only 3 weeks to plan due to Will's inability to decide on which adventure would be 'challenging enough'. If you would like to support us, please visit the fundraising page on this blog. We are supporting a fantastic charity called SOS childrens villages which helps children all over the world to be brought up in a family environment which we have been lucky enough to take for granted.







Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Day 13 - Cuenca to Saraguro - The man and his big yellow van

Distance Cycled: 37km
Total Distance Cycled to date: 433km

All rested from our day off, we pedalled out of the lovely Cuenca - a great beautiful run for the first 20kms powered by some great humitas (corn stuffed banana leaves) before hitting the biggest hill ever! 1000m straight up. After climbing the first 500m walking half of it we couldn't resist the allur of a big yellow van that came out of the clouds below us. What a machine. A 1950's Ford truck converted lovingly into a big yellow bus for children by a half ecuadorian half Texan man called Lewis. Amanda sat in the back with the Surlys and I sat in the cab chatting to the old man. We only meant to go a few kms to get up the worst of the hill and catch up a bit as we were a day behind schedule but I was enjoying the conversation so much we ended up getting a lift all the way to where he was going, an Indian town called Saraguro. Surreal experience sitting in a cab listening to an ecuadorian man talk about how he missed the Dallas Cowboys, Country and Western music, and apple pie. Oh, and how much he loved his yellow truck!
So after an hour of yabbering and a quick stop to let Amanda into the cab when we realised that she might be freezing to death, we arrived in Saraguro, a town full of indigenous Indians that had travelled up from Bolivia hundreds of years ago. They all wore little black shorts, a black cape, black wellys and a black hat, and had long black ponytails. Very funny looking! Quote from Lewis "the most beautiful man in Saraguro is still the ugliest in the rest of the world!". Lewis had a speaker in the back of his van which played 1920s traditional music at full volume whilst he drove in circles around the town with everyone giving incredulous looks, he loved that van!
He then took us to a lovely restaurant on the hill where we had the best meal for a while. Potatoes, green beans and some lovely trout. Lewis tried his hardest to get us some Cuy (Guinea Pig), and after many "no we don't have any"s they eventually managed to find some from somewhere. Thinking we were safe because they didnt have any, there was much bravado and encouragement, and so when it came out I had no choice but to tuck in! Amanda was a wuss ;) Tastes a little like chicken but actually tastier, will definitely try again.

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