Wednesday 9th April 2025 Ica to Nuevo Canete
Well hear we go, the second time of writing this, with the confusion and excitement of actually finding a place to stay, I seemed to forget to save the draft version, no worries it will be better second time around, I very much doubt it.

Left the little dark room in Ica after the normal breakfast fare, all pumped up to take Ringo to the seaside, bit like the old Margate trips of old, when Aylesham was vacated for the day during the pit holidays, happy days, off we go in search of sea, sand and sun, what could possibly go wrong.

All three of us stamping on the pedals, must be thought of an extra ice cream or so, within the first three hours we had done nearly 50 miles, good going on these beasts, stopped a lovely little truck stop, with a swimming pool, thats more like it, nice bit of lunch, Ringo does his mandatory triathlon practice with 50 lengths in pool, Bingo and I look on with an ice cream. Soon back on the road with the same determination as before, even more so, as we hatch a plan on the road ( never like plans they always go wrong!), rather than stop in the original place in Chincha Alta, we will press on and go to stay right on the beach, Ringo has two places in mind.

Well that was the start of our downfall like Spike Milligan once poignantly wrote ” “We haven’t got a plan so nothing can go wrong!” well we had a plan for once and it did!

First we need to get of the highway, and get on the road below, well road more like a sand track, so three miles down this track we come to a gate house, guy not the most helpful says closed, or something like that, points down the track says there is another place down there, Ringo say yes another 2 miles, off we go in search of the seaside, plenty of sand no sea!! We come to another barrier, this guy is extremely unhelpful just says closed with the authority Sergeant Major, no means no!!!

So we have a choice go back the way we come (Not a chance) or cycle up the massive sand dune, that sounds fun, mate that was difficult, just got back onto the Pan-Am highway after an hour hilarious fun. Reconvened in a truck stop, they treated us so good, least we had a meal and a few beers, to wash away the sand.

Ringo then said there is a hostel about a mile away, lets try it, finally a bit of luck, the guys lets us in, not the best place, buts its clean and the guy shows us where to get some beers and water so all good in the end, even the owner supplements our beer stocks, when he seen we were getting a bit short.