Chincha Alta

i wasn't totally sure how i was going to leave lima and find the panamericana south, but then i ran into these group of old guy cyclists, and i asked
them how to get to the panamericana, and they were all, "well if you wait a minute you can just bike out of here with us." they were so awesome. their leader had a wistle he would blow to warn traffic that we were coming through. in the 20 miles that we biked together, they stopped three times for breaks, and ate all my crackers. ha ha.... charro and pedro are so, so nice. they have a beach house that's 60 miles south of lima, and told me that i could stay there with them. they drove, and i biked, and then about 15 miles before the beach, they caught up with me in their car, and pedro brought a bike, and he rode my bike for the last bit while i got to ride sans panniers. this is a photo of all of us after i've had several vodka drinks and some wine. ha ha... pedro, charro and i went shopping, and they bought me that pink shirt as an early birthday present. so nice, huh?
it's crazy the extrem contrasts in standards of living out here. the beach house was like in a gated community resort area, and then this is how people live just a little further south. the wind has been better lately, which makes everything easier. soon i will get to see "the world's tallest sand dune", and if i go off route, "the world's deapest canyon." ok, hope everyone is doing awesome.
-jessie