Greetings All
And welcome to the latest episode of Andean Motorcycle Survivor the game show where each day someone bike breaks down and today’s lucky winner is…..
Sorry got a bit carried away there we have been having some fun with bikes dying on the road.
At the moment I’m in Nasca, Peru and later this afternoon we are going on a flight over the Nasca Lines but starting at the beginning.
We arriving in La Paz Bolivia about two weeks ago after a very long flight from Melbourne via Sydney, Auckland, Santiago, Iquique, Aririca then finally La Paz. Now either I’m getting taller or the damn planes are getting shorter but I was jammed into that seat had to no room at all to move my legs and after 14 hours of that I hobbled out of the aircraft.
My preparation for the trip included the required language basics Buenos dias/tardes/noches (Good morning/afternoon/evening) Adios (Goodbye) uno/dos/tres cervese por favor (one/two/three beers please) and some basic Spanish swearing for the other cars/buses/ on the road Mierde.
We had a day to get acclimatised to the height of La Paz and during that day we went to see the bikes and I think it would be fair to say that at first sight out the back of the Honda dealership workshop where the bikes were being prepared by the mechanics the collective stunned looks on our faces said “Oh mierde”. They were a pretty ordinary collection of bikes at least the bits that were assembled were ordinary.
Someone stole my wheels