After navigating the Lima traffic we were treated to more of the same apocalyptic landscape – huge dunes and sand as far as the eye can see.
Our last morning in Cusco we spent packing up and chatting with the other overlanders, including another couple in a Volkswagen – we found out he’d spent the last two years customizing and restoring their van in anticipation of this trip. We admitted to him that we’d only bought our van a couple of months before leaving and we had a lot of fun comparing notes and checking out each others’ vehicles.
It was still pitch dark outside as we waited for the van to pick us up outside our campsite. We had spent 20 minutes the evening before explaining to the tour company where we were staying and how to get to our campsite – they couldn’t quite understand that we weren’t staying somewhere on their list of hostels and hotels… So there we were, 4am, standing in the dark rain in the hills outside of Cusco.
After breaking camp in the morning we headed towards Puno, stopping first for a car wash in order to deal with the gasoline leak that was slowly staining our car yellow.
Our last morning in La Paz we ate breakfast in the picnic area and chatted with the other overlanders, comparing the size of our vehicle and feeling as though perhaps we were coming up short…