Los Andes

After almost two weeks in La Paz it felt good to be back on the road again – then again it always does. Having cycled solo for almost a year I was thoroughly enjoying the company of Alex; a heavily bearded and rather jolly Austrian. We met at the casa de cyclistas in La Paz. As the only two fool’s stupid enough to be headed north, into the immense mountains of Peru during rainy season, we decided to team up. It’s hard not to like the bloke given how amicable he is. Alex is eight months into a monster ride the length of the Americas, from Patagonia to Alaska.
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