Wednesday 16th April 2025 Huacho to Huarmey
Getting used to this Peruvian coast cuisine now, straight in with the noodle’s and vegetables, Bingo has the the same with chicken, massive plate of food turns up, just what we wanted, no beer in the outside eatery, guy just points next door, go and get them, which I duly did. Nice big meal few beers, felt brand new again, little walk back to cell block H and we are home. Nice rooms in the digs but the security is a bit off putting, razor wire on the walls, big portcullis to get in the place and loads of security, seemed a bit over the top for two lean tour cyclists and few other workers, but at least we slept well knowing they were looking after us.

Same remit as yesterday up early quick breakfast then hit the road at the first crack of dawn, sure that’s a song, but too busy thinking what nonsense, my brain will come up in today’s episode. Big ride today unplanned but in our head (Pretty big space between us) 90 odd miles to Huarmey, few hotels so should be ok, nothing serious in the climb department, just a bit of sea breeze and mist, lets rock, get this show on the rode as we wobble out of Huacho, just as the sun is rising.

Hit the road hard, strong and fast this morning, fueled with porridge, noodles and a few boiled eggs, the feast of athletes, do a 4 hour stint straight off eating up the miles, through the sand dunes, no animals or birds, except a few turkey vultures pecking on the remains of some unfortunate animal or maybe cyclist who knows, as we burnt the road up, through the sandy road. Stopped for a soft drink for 10 mins then hit the road again on a mission today, trying to get as many miles in before the sun burns through the mist.

Kept pushing forward till a little village of Gramadal, right on the coast, Bingo warned only fish in here mate!, I was a bit more confident read the sign tortilla verduras, happy days as we enjoy a soft drink and omelete by the seaside, lovely holiday as the sun starts to burn through.

Put on the sun lotion, sunglasses as we tackle the last 30 odd miles, as we had already booked the digs, all good, just one little climb then down hill all the way, heard that before, as we climbed the one hill easy, then around the corner another climb, as my great friend Stubbsy “said who put that on here my Garmin said we are done with climbs this is not a climb my arse!” fair play mate have a beer when we get home. It just went on and on through the sand dunes, didn’t know they could get so steep.

Last gentle ride in to Huarmey, after a little false flat, a weird feeling looks like you are going down hill, but are actually climbing, plays havoc with my little brain, (I have a big head, but not much inside it). Then roll into Huarmey, book into the digs and have a well earned beer, that’s what its all about.

Shower wash the kit, write a little bit of stuff then relax, before we eat, all good.