Jiva to Huanuco

Today's journey, I'm still on the truck barking like a dog, took us along roads that can only be described as breathtaking and downright terrifying, fortunately I was in Robert's safe hands and he maneuvers the truck like a pro. What's also brilliant is that in addition to be exceptionally cautious he's also quite willing to stop to take photos.

Inevitably we had to stop a frequently owing to landslides or any manner of farm animal wandering across / down the road, a situation which is considerably easier on a bike of course. 

An Andean Mountain referred to as "The Inca Crown"!

We came across a small village who were having some type of celebration and I have to say the joyous looks on the faces of locals and bike riders alike, despite a full understanding of what another was saying, reminds me yet again how lucky I am to be on this trip.

All the villagers, regardless of age or gender seemed to have enthusiastically joined in and they all seemed to be having the time of their lives, singing & dancing. It astounds me as to in so how musically inclined they all are! Whilst they may live in simple mud brick houses, with few "luxurious" possessions or things that those of us in the West consider essential, yet almost all of them seem to have musical instruments. It really is impressive! Once photos had been taken, we then proceeded on our way to Huanuco with several of the faster riders having caught up to us whilst we played National Geographic photographer, etc.