Saturday 19th April 2025 Trujillo to Pacasmayo
All good on the food front last night, we ate in the hotel love nest, just chips and egg for me, my staple diet in Peru, when the going get tough, does me, washed down with a few cold ones always good.

Left the love hotel in the still hours of the morning, with a belly full of porridge ready to attack the day, with the usual swagger, managed to get out of the town fairly easy. Then hit the biggest rubbish dump in living memory, must have been 30 miles long, with the road going straight through the middle, not nice. Possibly the worst stretch of road we have had this tour, it so hard to put it words how bad the smell was, even for a master narrator like myself (once again self praise is no praise at all), will just leave it at that, sad for Peru, but it was disgusting.

Was so pleased to get out of that section, then all of a sudden the landscape changes for a while, back in to the sugar cane section, we did have a few bird nest trucks pass us, but sure they weren’t the same one, probably got lost in the rubbish dump. Nice to roll along with the scent of the sugar cane harvest, looks good, with load of people in the fields, akin to the old day in in East Kent, when half the village was out picking the harvest, or scrumping it.

Stopped to clear the airways and have a nice cup of coffee at a little place La Pascona, away from the rubbish dumps now we hope, gentle cruise down to the sea side at Pacasmayo, allegedly Peru’s answer to surfers paradise, we will be the judge of that. Nice little ride, down to the coast again, wind turned against us slightly for the last couple of miles, but no big deal, as we arrived on the outskirts of Pacasmayo, I booked a quirky little hostel, so all good for the digs.

Well the place was quirky to say the least, the mad lady who runs the place, was madder than me, she was all over us, like a women possessed, scared the living daylights out of the both of us, all hippy things hanging around and surf boards all around us, very much surfers paradise. Relaxed a bit with a beer and a joss stick, just to get into the ambiance, then hit the surfers beach. Not so many rollers as last time, but the beach was packed with the all the Easter holiday brigade out in force, tried to walk along the pier, with it old railway tracks still on show, (shows how old I am now, more interested in the old railway line than the beach) shame the pier has fallen into disrepair, we were only allowed on the first part. So the beach it was, felt good frolicking in the waves, resting the weary cycling legs.

Good day, nice meal away from the beach, then the usual supermarket trek, making sure we have enough for breakfast and snacks through the day, very essential, then an early night, I can wear the jeans but cant stay up late any more!