No more cold lonely nights on the frozen pampa (I hope)

My very first (wild?) monkey sighting of the trip, a moment to remember

The coldest leg of the journey is over, or so I've been told. No more wrapping up in every single item of clothing before sacking up, and absolutely no more socks with sandles. Huánuco marks the beginning of the Amazon leg of my bike ride. Here's to fifty cent kilos of mangos, sticky weather, and close brushes with malaria. Things are about to get interesting...