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Last day. 319km to go. This one's for all the marbles. VAYA CON DIOS. #mototaxijunket #vayacondios
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When I lost my backpack, I lost my entire stash of about 100 rubber duckies. Luckily, with a little bit of persistence, I've been able to find them for sale in Peru. Every night, I scour the markets for the guy who sells cheap plastic toys (there's one in every town), and more often than not, he has some "patitos." The merchants all think I'm a crazy gringo who is livin' la vida loca…but they're probably right. #rubberduckies #mototaxijunket
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Night fell and I stopped for some dinner with all intentions of pushing on for a few more hours. This family of street food vendors, who made awesome donuts at the bargain price of 6 for one Sol, talked me out of night driving on to Abancay. They said with complete certainty that I would drive off a cliff and die. So if I miss the finish line party tomorrow, at least I'm still alive and full of delicious donuts! I rewarded their advice with a rubber ducky. #mototaxijunket #donuts
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DOGS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. I have been bitten twice by dogs since the junket started – luckily neither bite broke the skin. Peru is swarming with aggressive stray dogs that run in packs, fighting and begging. (Here's a bunch of them tearing apart some garbage in the street.) They especially hate my mototaxi – it has a loud, droning engine that is at just the right pitch to enrage dogs and make them chase after me, trying to "protect their territory." Several times per day, I have to outrun a pack of dogs chasing and biting at my ankles…and a few times I've had to kick the dogs from the mototaxi to keep them from biting me. It's scary and it's annoying. And the way dog culture works, if one dog at the beginning of a town starts barking and chasing me, every other dog in that town will do the same. Oftentimes I have to accelerate to a dangerous speed just to outrun a pack of angry dog chasing after me. One of the worst parts about the #mototaxijunket by far.