Sitting on Sao Paulo airport waiting for our connection flight to ZA. Have to go back for a quick visit for 2 months. It is as good a time to update. Next stop was on our way to Huascaran national park. But it was still a good 700km away and in Peru you dont do that in the day., especially the mountains. And there was some more stuff to see between. Well you can if you are Chuck Norris. We wanted to hit inland and stay in the mountains. That is where the action is. The coast is nice, but tea is also nice. And the general concession is that the mountain people are just nicer. Starting to climb again to 4400m 130000ftv altitude. Going up this road you cross this river 3 times. It was raining and the road was most parts, okay but at the top it became nice and snotty. There are no people around, few local herders. The air is clean and crisp, burning the lungs. 4500m right at the top. Although we have no started to acclimatize to the altitude it still feels like I am an asthmatic mouse breathing through a straw when taking photos. It is a bloody mission just to get off and on again. As for the bikes, we take it slow, they really suffer at this altitude but if we keep it smooth and slow they are doing okay. On our way to Huascaran, we had to stay over in Cerro de Paso, a small mining town. On our way, we were stopped at 10 protestors road blocks. The first one was in Oroy. We checked out the mood, it was potato farmers protesting about the prices the government is giving them. The town was fully blockaded and cars and buses had a no go. We decided to fuck it! I started to ask people to move their vehicles to allow us to go. Looking like a tourist helped and the guys quickly summoned more people and started to move the stuff just enough for us to get through. The next 100km to Oroy was 9 more. Rocks and burning tyres in the road and a mob hanging around. Cars waved us we can't go. But we persist and every roadblock we crawl forward for them to see we are bikers and when they stop us I say Sud- Africano, no Habla es Spanjol. They chat a bit and then allow us to go. Pulling a stunt like that in Africa with a protest will for fucking sure end in death and a bike burned. The Peruvians were quite kind to us and seem like they know the impact of tourism. We ended late the night riding in snow to the only hotel we could find in the middle of town. Eventually, we were guest for 4 days as the protestors blocked all roads and the locals advised us to rather sit tight and wait it out. So every day we had beer, grilled chicken and chips and chats with local vendors. The mountains were calling and we took the dirt roads leading us into a more mountainous area. The riding is absolutely fucking mouth-watering stuff. It is not just the dirt roads are fun, you are rewarded with scenery that is otherworldly and top that with small villages and BBQ grazing around. We are going into the distance, but just look at that road!! Straight-line maybe 10-15km, road wise it is 30km easy. That is why you don't go anywhere in a hurry in Peru. Constantly crisscrossing over the Andes and at these altitudes.