In theory this was supposed to be an easy day – 114 kilometres going down from 3,000 meters to 1,700 meters, and then eight kilometres to go up to 2,400 meters.
Well, in reality it was one of the most difficult days – the wind was blowing so strong from the East (straight from the front) that I had to pedal all the way going down. Still, the effort was worth it and the route was spectacular: I was accompanied all the way by the cicada songs (it was so loud that at first I thought something is wrong with the bicycle), birds chirping and butterflies flying. After ten long hours I finally reached the chaotic city of Abancay, the capital of Apurímac Region, where I will rest for the next two days.
The mighty Chalhuanca river