Leaving the Hostel in the morning

Leaving the Hostel in the morning

I left the San Isidro Hostel around 8am and headed into town to find some breakfast. Again I found myself in the usual predicament, unable to read the chalkboard menu. Another restaurant chicken dance and this time I ended up with some scrambled eggs on buns and a fruit smoothy which was actually amazing!

Breakfast

Breakfast

It would have been about 8:30 by the time I was on the road out of Pisco back towards the old Panamericana. It was another overcast day, making it comfortable to ride. I stopped off at another fruit stall and stocked up with mandarins and little bananas. I would have hit the mangos after yesterdays experience but unfortunately they weren’t available this time.

There are fruit stalls everywhere around here

There are fruit stalls everywhere around here

I continue to be in awe of the amazing landscape around me. I was surrounded by sand dunes as far as the eye could see. I could just make out the enormous hills in the distance hidden by a hazy dust which never seems to disappear. There are always random uninhabited structure, placed throughout the sand in what seems like the oddest places.

This is the most spectacular view! It's really hard to get an idea from these photos because of the dusty haze combined with my average ability to take a good photo but trust me It looks spectacular!!

This is the most spectacular view! It’s really hard to get an idea from these photos because of the dusty haze combined with my average ability to take a good photo but trust me It looks spectacular!!

As I rode along the bumpy pothole filled shoulder I felt the back end of my bike go a bit soft… My first puncture. I wasn’t overly surprised as I had been forced to travel over some pretty rough terrain. I pulled off the side of the road and unloaded my bike in the sand. It was about this time that the sun decided to come out and the it heated up pretty quick. I found the culprit, a tiny piece of wire had made its way through my tire. I couldn’t say I ever felt like I was on my own out there as I was getting waves and beeps from most of the drivers making their way past me.

Great place to change tire

Great place to change tire

It wasn’t too long and I was on my way again. By this time I was getting pretty hungry and I was stopping pretty regularly getting into my fruit and some dried fruit chips I picked up along the way. Every time I passed a small ‘town’ and I use the word lightly, all I could see were small fruit stands and I already had plenty of that. I eventually came across a small food shack on the side of the road. The word Pescado came up which I learned a few days ago to be fish so I agreed and was presented with some fish, rice and beans. I don’t know that I would normally think that this meal was all that great, but today with my current level of hunger it tasted amazing! A few locals came in for some beers and we had a bit of a chat with hands and the limited Spanish I have picked up.

Fish for lunch

Fish for lunch

I continued passed a pretty heavy traffic accident where the front of the car was folded up. It must have just happened as there were plenty of people around.

Random structures everywhere

Random structures everywhere

It was about another 25km and I got to Ica where I turned West and headed in a few Kilometers towards Haucachina. As I entered the town I rode up a windy hill surrounded by enormous sand dunes. I passed a few big pimped out dune buggies which sounded like dragsters. 

My View as I rode into Haucachina

My View as I rode into Haucachina

I found a hostel and think I might stay a couple of nights and check out the sand dunes tomorrow. Looking forward to loading my body up with food and rest.