Ride down, past Geerts memories of disaster on the road of hot
engines going up, and hot brakes going down.
If you are a Harley Davidson V rod type rider, who likes getting out
on the tarmac with your long mustache flapping in the breeze, in your jeans and
tee shirt and scantily clade girlfriend on the back cruising up and down the
main drag looking cool, then this is a terrible road for you, however if you
are a coffee drinking, chillier eating adventure biker then this road offers
plenty of thrills with numerous buttock clenching corners and flat out
straights to keep your interest up.
We stopped at an interesting café – ostrich, earth oven, museum
items and mediocre coffee. Chile to Peru customs etc. pretty smooth this time.
Geert could hardly believe how well it went, only taking about 1 hour of stamp collecting
and inspections.
Across desert to Tacna, for fuel up and lunch. Ceviche (raw fish)
very nice. Ride to Moquegua through the Atacama Desert, big sand flats, rolling
hills, straight road with monoliths of power transmission poles with sagging
arms holding the wires up beside the road. Straight and flat, just what you
think riding through the desert should be like, perfect V Rod country (perhaps
I should have grown a mustache after all).
The oasis of Moquegua was our stopping point. Historic town, people
in plaza at night, including children just hanging around socializing and
taking it easy. BBK dinner followed by pisco sour in an excellent bar with 80s
music. Very cool art around the bar and full of knick nacks from the decades gone
by – art, vinyl records and covers, vintage coca cola cooler, bottles, ropes,
historic photos of city and deceased notables, lamps, stereos, signs, and all
with saloon doors on entry (now I needed the mustache, spurs on my boots and a
10 gallon hat). Great night out, we all felt a bit Piscoed I think.
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