...says Mark Twain
The best thing about bike riding verus walking and motorcycles is you get to say hi to everyone who comes your way, and still cover a fair amount of miles. Today was the first day. The bags were packed, the weather was warm. Scenery=off the hook.
My dad always said... you are in control of your own destiny. But if something goes wrong beyond your control, pray that good people will come your way. And on the first day bike riding, that´s exactly what happened. Ernesto happened.
When arriving to one town, Lauren and I were trying to find a place to eat and this old white haired doesn´t speak a lick of English guy walks by, starts asking about our bikes as he has 2, and tells us not to go into the restaurant we were standing in front of as the chicken was not clean enough. He tells us to go somewhere across the street, but there´s no where to put our bikes. I explain that to him and he reccommends some touristic places, but we told him we were looking for cheap food. He says áhh yes, follow me´ en espanol. Takes us down empty streets and all the places were closed. We turn left, right, up and down. Finally shows us a restaurant he likes. He says he was on his way to Pisac to buy tofu. I say thanks, he walks us in, then takes off his coat, and shortly, begins to order. Turns out he travels around ¨buying tofu for restaurants for Italian vegetarians.¨ Talks with us about bikes for an hour, then offers to pay. We treated him. He told us where to stay in all these different places, gave us 2 different phone numbers to call him if something goes wrong and his e-mail, and told us about tour companies in Bolivia we should check out. Then walked us to the plaza and counted our bags to make sure they were all there and made sure we oiled our chains. We are suppose to buy lemon cream in the next town to ward off the mosquitoes, and take a bus up the passes as ¨it´s too dificult¨ Ernesto was awesome.
wonder what will happen manana.