March 5, Carhuraz to Palaska: First thing in the morning, I got my headlight working. I had tested the bulb earlier, and it was not that. I cleaned some connection terminals, and in the end it was terminals inside the handlebar switch. I had to disassemble the switch. Good thing, because I'll be going through a bunch of tunnels today. Most tunnels here do not have lighting, and a working headlight is essential. The ride started out with quite a bit of traffic, on Peru standards. Eventually I made my way to Duck Canyon. I rode through there last year, with its sheer canyon walls and many tunnels. It's very arid, like the southwest of the States, and other than duck canyon, kind of boring by some sort of standards I had in the morning. Lunch stop, complete with shade and a flat rock to sit on: Later on I turned more inland towards the higher elevations. With the elevation comes light rain, as it was getting in to the afternoon when it typically rains: There were a whole lot of rocks on the road from the mountains above. Quite a few slimy mud flows across the road. Several were also deeply rutted. In one of them I was catching up to a truck and car, the car stuck in the mud. As I passed the waiting truck and entered the slime, the car got going again and I was able to get past them all. The ride now is becoming interesting and fun. I take the corners carefully, and do watch ahead for vehicles coming my way. One pickup caught me totally unaware on a corner, and I ended up against the canyon wall in the brush that was growing there, in order for us to miss. Readjust the mirror and pull leaves off the brake lever. It would have been a spectacle to see those boulders when they came down the mountain: The road continued like this, with increased fog and rain until I made it to Palaska. I'm in a simple room for $4.00US. Dinner at the local restaurant was $2.00US including soup, main dish, and tea. I met a French fellow who is traveling for a year by bicycle, the only other guest at this rooming house. He's heading to Ushuaia, at the tip of South America. We are going in opposite directions, so we shared road information and conversation. We spoke mostly in English, with Spanish thrown in, because his English isn't fluent and my Spanish is only basic. I'm running in to more international travelers this year compared to last year - on bicycles. No moto riders though.