night's return will be faster than going. I will arrive at a 5:00 Espinar morning. I wait a few minutes in the bus station in the icy cold so then join the bus stop to go to Suykutambo. I took breakfast in the street, less rich in juice-based "Maka" and some "pan" that is found everywhere, while the morning rain falls gently . The shuttle as usual is packed.
Two hours later I found Eusevio and warn him of my return to the village in the presence of disks. I'm almost proud to announce that I managed "my mission". By the time the rain stops, I'm moving to the municipal hostel. The sun will soon return. It is time to finally fix the bike. This long-awaited moment. We start with two on his motorcycle. For several days the rains have boosted water courses become more difficult to cross, even by motorcycle. Once on the scene Eusevio moves quickly to the book. It will take about three hours to change the discs and an oil change, but as slow movements and applied thinking. I spread my stuff that I had left the farm. Some were wet from the rain and it must be dried.
The bike will leave quite easily. We return to the village as if we were returning from the war victorious in our mission. We will celebrate this victory over a beer is well deserved. I m''endormirai early in the dark. Tomorrow is a long way.
Early the next I agree Eusevio for a last goodbye. I feel good and calm. Suykutambo I leave with the sun. The road is nice and even nicer to go. Maybe this is finally having the right to leave. I ride fairly easily down through the altiplano Espinar I have seen so many times when my trip to Arequipa. I do not stop and roll up Siscuani listening to the album "Takk" by Sigur Ros in the ears. I highly recommend this group to listen while you cross the great outdoors. What you feel at the moment is even stronger. Everything takes on another dimension.
Going down in the valley I found the asphalt. The time is enjoyable. A printed slip after all these moments on the slopes of Peru. And this is the road to Puno and miles in the altiplano. I walked along the old railway track that no longer used and the long road to Juliaca and then to Puno. On arriving in Juliaca, the center's roads are blocked by angry demonstrators on prices of oil and call for a price increase. Shuttle taxi prevent passing. Coming out of Juliaca, protesters placed here and there rows of stone and glass to prevent buses and cars to circulate. This will last up to Puno. While Peru has to choose its Chairman in April, the people are found.
Arrived in Puno city does not tell me much about it. A city banal and boisterous. The festival of the Virgin must take place within the next two days. But I will not stay. The desire to catch up from me. And the desire to move as in Bolivia. Copacabana on Lake Titicaca is a tourist village quieter. I will ask myself two days before joining the Bolivian capital La Paz.
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