We were heading to Ayacucho in the central highlands, but didn't really get underway until 11am - it's a 400km stretch of ripio so there wasn't much chance of making it all the way today. The road was incredibly sinuous leaving Abancay - after riding for 50km's we could still see Abancay clearly as though it were only 5km away.
Abancay from 50km's out!
At times we were riding above the clouds, and other times we were in them again, although not nearly as bad as yesterday. Compounding the snails-pace we encountered a few temorary construction closures, where traffic was stopped for up to an hour.
Checking the GPS in the fog.
At one of the closures, I made friends with three young brothers and their sister from the nearby village, They were filthy, but really cute and loved pushing the motorcycle horn and having their picture taken so that they could see themselves on the small screen. I shared some oatmeal cookies with them, and played around a bit and then it was time to go.