Jackfruit: A Bicycle Adventure Through Latin America
exercise pants, and the two layers slipped over each other, and helped protect my
leg from the worst of the fall. A dull ache throbbed my leg, as I got up, and Jesus
stopped to take a look at the wound,
“You’re fine Daveed!� Said Jesus.
“Yeah, it looks good. Not much blood.� Said Jaime casino online. He pulled out a water
bottle, and we doused the wounded area with it.
Then we took off again. Despite the sting on my leg, the trip was mesmerizing.
My skills were good enough that on some of the less curvy sections, and I looked at
the mountains on the side as we flew down the escarpment. They were huge black
silhouettes, with dark gray clouds, glowing with moonlight.
From the escarpment of the mountain side, came a bright flash of light. For a
few moments, as if time was suspended, the wind, the speed, everything became
a blur, and then silent. All that existed was the light and I. In slow motion, I saw
the light grow from behind the mountain side. Suddenly, I heard the rushing of the
wind in my ears, felt the vibration of my bike, and I blinked into the darkness of
the road.
At the bottom, near Pisac, I was surprised when Jaime said there was more
road, on the way to Ollantaytambo, which was the farming village near the end of
the valley. It’s also the site of some spectacular ruins, which are even larger than
Sacsayhuaman. So again we took off. This time, the way down wasn’t as frenetic,
but we had a new obstacle. Along the way, Peruvian dogs ran out at us, barking, and
snapping at our feet, as they chased us either for fun, or to defend their territory.
Peruvian dogs were territorial, but I grew tired of them trying to snap at us, so I
developed a technique to scare them off. I biked straight at them screaming my
head off which shocked them into a tail between the legs retreat. It worked. Jaime
and Jesus adopted the technique, and late in the evening, through the valley, I was
sure the Quechua villagers heard us.
**********
After biking several kilometers from Pisac, and being hounded by large groups
of dogs, we looked at our watches, and realized that we still had a long way to
go to Ollantaytambo. So, we did what many travelers did outside of the USA. We
hitchhiked. Hitchhiking was still accepted as a valid form of transit, and in general,
people didn’t harass hitchhikers.
We stood on the side of the road, and stuck our thumbs out as several headlights
passed by us. No one slowed down. So, Jaime and Jesus got serious, and exposed
leg from the worst of the fall. A dull ache throbbed my leg, as I got up, and Jesus
stopped to take a look at the wound,
“You’re fine Daveed!� Said Jesus.
“Yeah, it looks good. Not much blood.� Said Jaime casino online. He pulled out a water
bottle, and we doused the wounded area with it.
Then we took off again. Despite the sting on my leg, the trip was mesmerizing.
My skills were good enough that on some of the less curvy sections, and I looked at
the mountains on the side as we flew down the escarpment. They were huge black
silhouettes, with dark gray clouds, glowing with moonlight.
From the escarpment of the mountain side, came a bright flash of light. For a
few moments, as if time was suspended, the wind, the speed, everything became
a blur, and then silent. All that existed was the light and I. In slow motion, I saw
the light grow from behind the mountain side. Suddenly, I heard the rushing of the
wind in my ears, felt the vibration of my bike, and I blinked into the darkness of
the road.
At the bottom, near Pisac, I was surprised when Jaime said there was more
road, on the way to Ollantaytambo, which was the farming village near the end of
the valley. It’s also the site of some spectacular ruins, which are even larger than
Sacsayhuaman. So again we took off. This time, the way down wasn’t as frenetic,
but we had a new obstacle. Along the way, Peruvian dogs ran out at us, barking, and
snapping at our feet, as they chased us either for fun, or to defend their territory.
Peruvian dogs were territorial, but I grew tired of them trying to snap at us, so I
developed a technique to scare them off. I biked straight at them screaming my
head off which shocked them into a tail between the legs retreat. It worked. Jaime
and Jesus adopted the technique, and late in the evening, through the valley, I was
sure the Quechua villagers heard us.
**********
After biking several kilometers from Pisac, and being hounded by large groups
of dogs, we looked at our watches, and realized that we still had a long way to
go to Ollantaytambo. So, we did what many travelers did outside of the USA. We
hitchhiked. Hitchhiking was still accepted as a valid form of transit, and in general,
people didn’t harass hitchhikers.
We stood on the side of the road, and stuck our thumbs out as several headlights
passed by us. No one slowed down. So, Jaime and Jesus got serious, and exposed
