Like any city Puerto Maldonado got old quick and with the Andes just out of sight over the horizon I set out for my last few days in the Amazon Basin. Very quickly the scenery would change, my cycling patterns would change, the weather would change, so many things I had become accustomed to over [...]

One block over the border into Peru I get called over to a table at a bar. I spent the next 7 hours with these guys in the town of Iñarapi. On the left is Marco, then Bullet Face (he told me he was shot in the face recently), then Stallone (Antonio), a bag of coca leaves, and finally yours truly, for the day known as Michael Douglas.

I was feeling stong and sassy as I left Rio Branco with a three day jaunt down to the borders of Brazil, Bolivia, and Peru. I never expected to make it this far in this amount of time and I thought “Wow, I am killing the miles, maybe I can get home early.” Then, staring me in the face for the first time was a distance marker over the road showing the kilometers to Lima. It says 1,931…that´s about 1,200 miles to go, with the Andes in between.