Some of the locals I took pictures of
The mud flinger
Tuesday morning we had a decent though small breakfast at the hotel and made a beeline for Cuenca.
Alausi as we were leaving town
The next town to the south with some amazing twisties
Radioman while stopped looking at the twisties
Radioman caught a good shot of me enjoying the view during the same stop...
We made it to Cuenca by early afternoon despite many stops to play with vidos and sight seeing. After a little work Young James found that the problem with the Wee was that somehow it had water in the tire, but not wanting to change the tires multiple times they just went ahead and put an older tire on anyway to make sure, problem solved. Brian will remount the new tire in Lima when it can be done with a machine rather then small wrenches. We rode around town and got heavily involved in the celebrations, picking up bags of water balloons and silly string and riding around ambushing the unsuspecting locals who were all sitting on the street and roof tops unsure if we were apart of the city wide water fights or not. Everyone was involved, from little kids barely big enough to pick up the water balloons to grandma and grandpa. The look on their faces was fantastic when the 4 of us would ride up looking all innocent, then suddenly start lobbing water balloons and spraying silly string at them before racing off. For the record, the ambushes only worked a few times, on any second pass at a group they exacted revenge using 5 gallon buckets of water. The last group we tried to hit had seen us coming, and our disastrous attempt to ambush them can only be described as Custer's last stand, with Young James getting hit by a half dozen buckets of water at once. Hands down, that was some of the most fun any of us have ever had on a bike, and the whole town thought it fantastic that these Gringo's would get involved like that! Radioman had a waterproof camera along, so he took some pictures and has a good write up of the water wars here;
http://www.advrider.com/forums/showpost.php?p=18048554&postcount=2347
Brian left early yesterday in a hurry to get to the beach, while the three of us slept in and wandered around town until about noon. While walking around I took some more photos of the locals. Some known with permission, and some candidly which isn't too effective bing a twice their size white boy with a big camera.
I thought this little boy was great, sitting on a Policia moto
Church door down town, one of my favorites this trip
Church tower in the center of town. It is a massive multi block cathedral listed on the UNESCO list
Another local who thought it was the coolest thing to sit on Young James bike
Ice cream was popular, and was available on every street corner
I had found that the foot peg brackets for my luggage racks had cracked on both sides, and the lock box my rear Pelican was mounted to had cracked it's welds, so we wen't back to the Hostel and Young James and I changed out oil and then I dropped my bike off at a welding shop next door to have some new brackets made and the box welded up. We then went out and had some amazing pasta for dinner, some ice cream for desert, and then called it a night.
One of the MANY churches in town lit up while we were walking back to the hostel
I picked up the bike today with 4mm steal brackets in place of the 2mm AL brackets and the lock box all welded up. I could have left today, but decided it sounded nicer to just sit here, have some stickers made for the bike, and get caught up with photo's, writing, and relaxing. Off tomorrow for northern Peru
Clark