The next day my departure is delayed. I fall full test car rally between Nazca and Cuzco. The whole game until Abancay is closed until further notice. Outside the village people await with excitement the passage of 45 vehicles. A true event for Puquio that nobody wants to miss. The police monitor the public and ensures that the path is clear. The organizers are notified by walkie talkie to the arrival of the competitors as you go. By far the engine noise sounded. The first vehicles arrive and pass the tricky corner from where I admire the scene. Each passage is the excitement. In a passage of a vehicle, the driver misses the turn and will finish on the bottom side. We must change the wheel. The crowd quickly gathers around the injured who will ultimately not the slightest injury.
After two hours the 45 cars passed. It only needs the final vehicle announcing the end of the race. It is not forthcoming. Taken forward, I load my bike and decided to leave. On the first few miles when I scroll with my bike no one knows when the test is completed. I then considered "participating" in the time. The crowd on the roadside and acclaim me as if I am whistling, too suddenly one of those champions who parades a few minutes before.
After a few miles the bike is showing signs of resistance. I think directly to the altitude that would prevent the bike run correctly. While the problem persists, I stop on the roadside to analyze more closely the situation. I joined a few seconds later by a couple who also travel by motorcycle. We chat a few moments and reminds him of my problem. Grith, which looks like two drops of water to Mac Ewan Gregor - himself a great motorcycle traveler - tackle the problem while explaining the factors that usually justify this type of problem. They are three in number, air, fuel and candles. You need a good balance air - fuel for the bike works well. If the air intake is not sufficient combustion is not efficient enough and the bike barely. With altitude, the oxygen runs out and the bike is more likely to show delays. Unable to partially reduce the cover of air filter, Grith I suggest removing the snorkel air filter to increase air intake. I will also clean out my candles clog over time which reduces their ability. I thank them warmly for their help and after exchanging our contacts, I hit the road.
The bike continues to show intermittent slowdowns especially during the ribs. I drive slowly and reach Chalhuanca decides to clean out my candles. As as I descend into the valley the problem subsides. The climate also changes. I find the sun and warmer temperatures which is not unpleasant. I arrived at Chalhuanca have finally grown up to Abancay which is 120km away to find a bike garage. However it does not matter because the route follows the valley floor without climbing at altitude. Just 20 kms from Abancay I caught the bike that I had passed the previous day and caught me in the meantime while trying to solve my problem with Grith. I make him sign to stop and chat. He runs and takes off his helmet. Although a motorcycle registered in Peru, I saw quickly that he is not here. Kazuo and his name is just a small village above Nagano, Japan. He said he Abancay goes on to spend the night before leaving the next day not far from Ollantaytambo to Machu Pichu. Given the time I did not have time myself to continue to Cuzco which is 200 miles away. So we are together on Abancay.
Kazuo not speaking English is very little English, however we can communicate. He is very polite and very smiling with me. His presence is very pleasant. We talk little. He explains in words and using his notebook that he is a farmer and his family left for a trip a month in Peru alone. After lunch we go in search of a hotel and he agreed to share a room with me. We know only a few hours but it seems that the agreement is perfect between us. He will receive the same message to his wife who thank me for spending time and helping her husband. The next day we undertake together some 200km that separates it from Anta when we leave. The road has many curves and the rise and despite his inexperience, Kazuo has a good cruising speed. Anta few kilometers before we pass a cattle market. We stop to look. Kazuo is quite amazed. It reminds me of the market Guamote of Ecuador. I also during that first time I was very pleased to see that.
When we separate we take some pictures. The goodbyes are sincere and warm. I say basically that beyond trade secrets or that can be done with a person, this does not really appreciate fully. First there is something sentimental story of felt. We had shared in the final few hours and spoke very little and yet it's as if had traveled hundreds of miles together. Then I hit the road again, I do am more than 30 km from Cuzco.
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