From Llamas to Gridlock

 Leaving the salt pans behind, I make my way up a steep gravel track, naturally it's narrow and naturally (as I'm in Peru) there are pick-up trucks and vans coming the opposite way at silly speeds and some are just parked. I hold my nerve and keep to the edge, trying to avoid looking down the vertiginous drop - safety barriers??

Still in the Sacred Valley, I make a few friends

and get a bit closer (this is VERY brave for someone who once ran away from an anteater)

Along the road, I spot some of my group having a picnic break whilst enjoying the view, I stop to see what I can scrounge from them

Enjoying the hairpin bends, I take several over my shoulder random shots with my camera, often just getting a picture of my plaits flying behind me and if I'm lucky a fellow rider in the background. this photo shocked me...

I think those are a couple of grey hairs I can see in my plaits 

and then we hit gridlock, we went past the trucks and cars to find this at the front

We resign ourselves to a wait

the truck driver is very sweet, he manages to reverse a bit, and once there's a small gap, waves us through

smiles all round, we're through

Until we realise that a pillion passenger has gone walkabout...I wait with her partner, and unfortunately we're rapidly swallowed up by the gridlock again

After a while, I come up with Plan B, which is remove the cases, carry them through (it's literally only 200 metres) and we'll then be able to squeeze between a couple of trucks

leave the cases somewhere safe

and then of course, everything started to move and we were scurrying back to the bikes, and trying to retrieve the cases as the other traffic went past.

We managed it, as usual, lots of smiles from those around us - I could just imagine them thinking you can always rely on those mad foreigners to provide entertainment. 

the reason there's so much gridlock in this obscure village is easy to explain, it's the last stop on the Sacred Valley Railway before getting to this place, which needs no explanation (but which deserves a post to itself)