Too much fish will kill you... Friday 5th August

Huyatara to Ayacucho (in a taxi - said very quietly so Ant can't hear)
So Ant thinks this is cheating and perhaps it is... Though my take on it is we are here for an adventure, not a race, and man oh man if you want an adventure try to organise anything in Peru. The only certainty is that nothing is at all certain!  After an hour of standing at the bus station waiting for our pre arranged car, realising said car had probably decided to do anything today other than take us to Ayacucho, negotiating another car via several phone calls and price haggling, here we are on the road again at about 10* the speed we are used to!
Big Al is having the ride of his life clinging on to the roof by his ears, whilst Jamling (clearly the boss in this situation) is riding in luxury next to me, looking at me with a little disdain... He keeps whispering under his breath (you know we didn't have to lose our dignity like this on the last trip) I don't think he likes me right now and he's annoyed we've taken his front paw off so he can't even make a run for it... he's hankering back to the good old Canada to Panama days... And yes I do feel somewhat responsible for our current predicament... But I mostly blame the fish!! (shudder... I'm never eating fish again!!)
On that note Ant and I made up a song that I will now share with you... Feel free to sing along...
"I'm just the pieces of the Em I used to be, too many hills are raining down on me, I'm trying to sing a song, but the altitude is strong, and I need the loo...
Too much fish will kill you, just as sure as none at all, it kills the cycle power within you, you breath and scream and ball, your heading for disaster just a victim of the grime, too much fish will kill you, every time!".
(whilst I'm writing I'm also super impressed at Ant's Spanish... He's holding a half hour long conversation with our driver and I'm super proud... He's been working really hard at it... See this journey is preparation in more ways than one... Getting me back to cycling fitness, getting altitude training gradually, and practicing Spanish... I'm starting to feel less guilty!... Well just a bit less...eek!)
Adios amigos, asta luegos
Xxx
(like my cycling my Spanish is much worse than Ant's!!)