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head for the Huacachina oasis for a lunch stop. Huge sand dunes surround us, and the
               area  is  very  popular  with  tourists.  For  lack  of  time,  we  are  unable  to  stop  and
               contemplate  the  famous  Nazca  geoglyphs,  which  are  several  kilometres  long.  After
               several hours of nightly drive, we arrive in Nazca.

               Day 4

               We continue without our guide who does not have the proper experience. At breakfast,
               we  meet  Guido,  a  73-year-old  Belgian  biker  who  lives  in  Peru  with  his  wife  Marie-
               Antoinette.

               15  hours  on  the  motorbike:  we  ride  along  the  coast  towards  Arequipa,  the  economic
               capital of the south, close to Bolivia. The flatlands on the edge of the Pacific follow arid
               steppes interspersed with a few green valleys. The scenery is superb, but marred by
               heaps of rubbish on either side of the road. We however enjoy the ride, even though the
               Peruvian kilometres seem longer than ours. We are now close to the legendary part of
               Peru.

               Arequipa Valley, 2,300 metres high, Cordillera... here we come! We are exhausted. At
               the hotel, we meet Juliana, representing the travel agency, to take stock of the situation.

               Day 5

               Our bikes get a general servicing at a garage. Exhaustion will fade away and we hope
               that the pleasure of the drive will be back. We visit Arequipa, the plaza de armas, the
               San Catalina Convent and the market. We enjoy a
               queso  helado,  an  ice  cream  sprinkled  with
               cinnamon.

               Day 6

               Our new guide, Eduardo, takes us in the direction of
               the Colca Valley. We leave behind us the pollution
               and traffic of the city. Our sluggish engines reduce
               our speed to 40km/h uphill. It's hard to describe the
               landscape: a mixture of immensity and the power of
               nature.  We  pass  herds  of  llamas  and  magnificent
               vicuñas.  We  stop  at  the  highest  point  at  4,900
               metres and experience altitude sickness in spite of
               having  chewed  coca  leaves.  Arriving  in  Chivay,  in
               the Colca Valley, I am still a bit dizzy and my nose
               bleeds. The hotel is a welcome sight.














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