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Kindness of Poor People II

We were stopped on the side of the road, high in the Andes, to fix Mike’s broken spoke. My mind was wandering to the misty valley spread out below me, pretending to be an eagle soaring over the multi-colored fields, mud-brick houses, and winding river.

It had been well over two months since the ORS team was on the road, riding together. As we wrapped up our time in Cuzco, we were all growing anxious to strike out into the intimidating Peruvian Andes. The day finally came, and before lunch time we had checked out of our hostel, and bought food at the local store for a few days. Soon we had pedaled out of the central plaza and were huffing and puffing up the steep rode leading up out of Cuzco.