It is odd to think that we'd spend today riding from one seaside resort town to another....and I've got to say I enjoyed the vibe of Pacasmayo, a town which I suspect had a fair amount of money go through it at one stage in it's history or another, given the nature of some of the buildings, in the township
The view of Pacasmayo from the old jetty. A quaint seaside village that came as a bit of a surprise, given that only some five to ten kilometres away, we'd been riding on the Pan America highway through a desert which had given no indication that, such a village or for that matter the Pacific Ocean existed so close by.
The ride itself was pretty uneventful, and given that the Andes were something that lingered in the distant horizon rather than being incorporated into our ride profile meant that we could ride as a peleton to an extent being relatively flat.
The Andes Mountains - Looming on the horizon and to be crossed / encountered in due course......
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