First day done. Still alive.

After a lengthy blessing from a Peruvian witch doctor we were on our way. Two teams suffered breakdowns in Cuzco but all 10 eventually got out of the city.

Two bemused locals attempted to flag down our motitaxi despite the fact it was overloaded with gringos and luggage. Others laughed at the stupidity of our plight and one tried to keep the conversation gouing by asking Adam's opinion on the relative merits of the Peruvian and British education system.

We had moments of clarity as the rain fell. We froze in the rain, our warm clothes inconveniently stowed in the luggage. The bike steers hard to the right and you need serious strength and endurance to keep it straight. Lorries sped past us on blind corners. One actually slowed us down (the only slower vehicle on the road), it had a ripped tyre that started to spew rubber into our path before the driver realised he had a problem.

6 teams are now in Limatumbo, 100km from the start line. 3 others made it all the way to Abancay, a further 90km. One team is unaccounted for, last seen 45 minutes out of Limatumbo.

We're off to bed shortly, early start tomorrow.

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