Leaving Oruro and heading out across the desert
Leaving Oruro meant not only leaving the beautiful asphalt roads but leaving roads altogether. Often a compass bearing and following things like telegraph lines and some good guess work was all we had.
Sarah´s first set of legs were completely worn out. She discarded them at the road side and we fashioned a new pair from our spare spokes.
A welcome change to riding accross sand and an opportunity to fill our water bottles.
In the background our Swiss friends Peter and Bea, who´d set off cycling from Switzerland 3 years ago.
Our poco cucina and another feast of pasta and tinned fish.
Although the photos look as if it´s nice and warm the nights were very cold. This particular night was -18C. The nights to come got much colder as we gained altitude.
Sarah´s first set of legs were completely worn out. She discarded them at the road side and we fashioned a new pair from our spare spokes.
A welcome change to riding accross sand and an opportunity to fill our water bottles.
In the background our Swiss friends Peter and Bea, who´d set off cycling from Switzerland 3 years ago.
Our poco cucina and another feast of pasta and tinned fish.
Although the photos look as if it´s nice and warm the nights were very cold. This particular night was -18C. The nights to come got much colder as we gained altitude.