From Cusco to Puno-

I have never been in such a place of contrast- poverty and wealth, brokenness and birth. The road has taught me so many lessons, and when you need rest, it can be found. When you need encouragement, there it is. And in these last few hundred kilometers I have found pain and found joy. I have found friends in the most unexpected of places. I bathed in hot springs, slept in a parish, dined with a priest and cried at the loss of life. In the mountains I have lost my temper and yelled at passing trucks, laughed with Esmeralda in the hot springs, and upon arriving in Puno, met with a image of Christ over the city.

David, another biker buddy from the road

The last photo of the rooster. Sometime after this photo was taken

he was either stolen off my bike or decided to run away, but he will be missed.

Brown Swiss cattle, and the best cheese that can be found in Peru

The highest point of my trip to this point

Apalca friend in the mountains

Pablo and I at the parish

Pablo, the parish priest from Santa Rosa

This was attack of the bugs, in the middle of nowhere I was met by thousands of these little bugs and it felt something like getting hailed on.

Puno