Heres a picture of Colins chain and sprocket which are only 20 days old. That cheap chain did us in.
Leaving Lima is easier said than done. The traffic is absolutely nuts with trucks and buses trying to run you off the road every minuite they can. Too say the least Colin and I gave our horns on our bikes a workout. As we left the beautiful area we stayed in we had to cross the not so beautiful parts of Lima. We basically went from Yale town to East Hastings in a matter of minutes for you BCers who are reading this. We also had to cross a toll booth on the Pan American which is normal and motorcycles dont get charged. However, this one required you to cross into oncoming traffic and pass in the opposite lane through a small gate. These booths are all over Peru and seem like motorcycles were an afterthought. Most of the motorcycle pathways are around gaurd rails. I dont understand why they cant just let us through where the cars go?
Just as we were getting comfortable and buzzing along the Pan American the Peruvian Police decided to pull us over. They came over and the only word they could say to us in english was speeding. They were pointing at our odometers and showing us the radar gun. All we did was say random things in english with a whole lot of thumbs up and smiles. A whole lot of shoulder shrugging later and random talk they let us go on our way. The only thing I really understood was they knew our drivers license was a photocopy but apparently they didnt seem to care as they handed it back. Im sure there will be a few more stops along the way.
We reached a small town just before the Cordilla Blanca and found a hostel. The hostel was nothing too great and had lots of mosquitoes. Had a greasy dinner of chicken and fries and went to bed.
