In six days we have a plane that took off from Iquitos to Tarapoto. More than 1000 kilometers, a distance that is traveled to France in 4 hours by train, here, there is no high-speed rail or highway and there are sometimes paved roads. So no time to lose, especially as we anticipate a stop midway at the Merced coffee capital of Peru.
It is 18 hours when our bus starts and exits the train from Cusco, it is not prime, but much more comfortable than a bus Ethiopia. Having taken our seats at the last moment, we are at the back of the bus. We expected a change at about 6 o'clock in the morning to continue our journey to Andahuaylas. The bitumen is good and the bus plunged into darkness we fall asleep quickly. As expected we arrived in Andahuaylas for change of vehicle, it is smaller and in poorer condition. Coming to the places assigned to us, we do not find them, the seats were removed ! After discussion, we can sit on two of the five seats that sit on the back of the bus. Since the preview of the track and our Ethiopian experience we are hardly thrilled. It will take just half an hour to q
ue our fears become reality. The trail is rocky, full of bumps and holes. This will not be a pleasure trip, especially as the breaks do not exist and we must wait until noon before the bus does not stop at a gas station abandoned, turned into a picnic area. 20 minutes later we off again, mandatory break, a truck blocking the road, the driver prefers to invite us down to manipulate conscience and go serenely between the truck and the ravine (indeed we also preferred to look to his turn out). Without further damage than a flat tire and our subsequent sore we arrive in the city of Ayacucho. We just barely cover 150 km in 24 hours. No time to spend the night in this charming town that gave birth to the Shining Path there is a score of years, we learn immediately and find a bus leaving in an hour. We dine on the floor of the bus company, light Raw, classic menu and cheap: a soup, a plate with meat, rice, potatoes and a drink. Note we set up the bus to continue our journey, hoping that the road will be in better condition. He 21 hours, we leave the city. An hour later our bus stops, the lights come on the bus, a young man dressed in a military proceeding directly to the bottom, and request identity cards ... we look with Laetitia for a split second we have a doubt, is that really the police? Yes, after photographing our passports, it makes us share and control other passengers, and we leave in the night towards the north of Peru. The rhythm of the bumps we end up falling asleep.
Four o'clock in the morning we woke up again. The bus just stop for no apparent reason. On leaving we see that we are not the only vehicle to stop. A long line stretches out before us, the light re our torch we go back to
get to the source 
problem u . A truck stopped across the road, part of the trailer ready to rock on houses below. We go back on the bus and we fall asleep again, of how you always there is nothing else to do. At dawn the bus is still not gone away, another truck is there. People are have started unloading bags of cement, then a crane arrives to break the deadlock with a good sixty of spectators (the occupants of t e vehi cles immobilized ). 9 am, we start to attack the slopes of Peru. Around noon we are in Huancayo. We stay two hours in this small town, time to restore to buy tickets to our next step and we parto ns Huánuco. No problem on the road, we arrive at the scheduled time, incredible. No spars to scheduled for tonight or for tomorrow, tomorrow we rest. A passerby tells us a little friendly hotel in town. Minibar, TV, hot shower, comfortable bed wheat. Perfect for relaxing the two days of grueling road. It takes beer in the fridge and turn on the TV, a channel porn ... we opt for the chain child and we fall asleep watching the Pink Panther. We take this day off to visit the city and think if we have time to get to the Merced, gross e cited the coffee region. After we have shown, this is impossible, because we will, from here take taxis with several stages cities, roads are rotten so that buses can use them. That should take a day and a half if all goes well, and our aircraft in three days. We say farewell to La Merced and reserve a taxi for the 10 hour ENDEMAIN 
es. 
D years my tin ed No us have encountered a roaster, with whom we enjoyed u No coffee in the region and certainly the best of Peru in for us. The evening when we watch the procession pass, forcing Holy Week, we find the person who does we had indicated the hotel, we'll have a drink in a bar very friendly and we discover the ' aguardiente, an alcohol-based Peruvian sugar cane. We spent the rest of the evening romantic to celebrate our six month journey in the most exclusive restaurant in the city, with probably the most expensive menu, but also the most cheap. Depressed, but we go to bed smiling after this beautiful gourmet scam, but we had already told you.
The next 10 hours, the taxi is here. We ship, again pass by the station to load the world. Three hours later on a relatively mild road we arrive in the town of Ti Maria ngo. We eat a piece in a fashionable eatery Peruvian come and we rembarquons in another taxi, five hours of track in the program. Safely but with a good hour and a half late we arrived at night under a light rain to our next step, Tocache. A city worthy of farwest, a road paved vaguely, but most roads are muddy. A young girl who was in the taxi with us and shows us the village is a small hotel with a minimum comfort that is perfect for the night. We find a taxi to Tarapoto departure the next seven hours, the last ten hours of track before you can finally fly. We look forward in four days, we accumulate now 60 hours away. Even before we are awake, we hear knocking on the door. It the driver who picked us up with a good half hour ahead. I make him understand with my three words of English to iron in a quarter of an hour. We spend our togs quickly, a cleanliness, and we are in the street. Time to smoke a cigarette, for lack of a good ca fé to wake us up and now our car moves forward. As for the previous day, we head toward the garage to load the three missing passengers, and this gives us time to see the city waking up and us sipping coffee in the bar nearby. 8 h 15, the start of the last sp SPECIALIST to Tarapoto. In a special we move against the clock. Our driver must be a frustrated rally driver ... we avoisinons 80km / h on a track in a state more than limit. After half past one race, then we stop u
not to take the diner breakfast. Fifteen minutes later we're back on track we follow up bumps and turns. A few muddy passages, some ruts. Just outside of a bend a landslide more important than other mouth half the road, the driver slows down, after a moment's reflection he presents gum, we do not even have time to review the first ten meters that we are immobilized by mud. It remains for us to r removed our shoes to get out. Laetitia helping a lady carrying her little girl to pass through this muddy and I give a hand to remove the car. We must first divert the water flowing and continues to reduce mud on the road. After half an hour of skating, 5 people to tow the car and be copiously watered mud, the driver managed to get out of this quagmire of Peru. The empty car, he steps back, accelerates and passes to block 25 meters mud without difficulty. Without delay we leave, the driver continued to attack the track. Soon he is forced to slow down to a simple mechanical problem, the engine overheating ... which forced him to drive to freewheel when the road permits. N 
ll end up getting arrested near a river where for about ten minutes we're going back and forth between the river and the ra mediator of the car. Once the car heats we present her repa YDone. One last time before the lunch break road, the driver took the opportunity to immerse themselves in the engine while passengers faced to eat. I take this opportunity to refine my role as "El Gringo" and buy coffee at a local dealer, meanwhile Laetitia talks with three old sitting watching what happens in the street, ie not much. They told him that it blocks a little further. Actually just an hour after departing, we pass a line of trucks, buses, cars stopped, we stop for our tour and will see the problem. It's simple, half of the bridge collapsed. Workers have been working this morning to repair it, but it gives the impression nothing has been done. Our flight is tomorrow and there is only one road, so no time to wait, we pay our taxi to the end of the race and find the other side of the bridge the driver of a wealth of full opportunism Instructs its old box of 
e convicts like us. We take the last two available seats beside the driver. An hour later we sum in a small village and drive change. Finally the road improves, fewer bumps, less mountains, but this will not prevent the inevitability of us catch up. We end up dying, but only slightly so far as is possible. We have time to reach a vulcanizing shop. Gradually the track gives way to tarmac, we arrive at a roundabout, the driver is cut as if nothing had happened. We drive another twenty minutes on this two-way road and has a white line. Finally Tarapoto, 5 days of travel, 70 hours of track. We pause for a good restaurant, with morning and late afternoon we board and take our flight above the Amazon to the largest city in the world without road connection, Iquitos.
It is 18 hours when our bus starts and exits the train from Cusco, it is not prime, but much more comfortable than a bus Ethiopia. Having taken our seats at the last moment, we are at the back of the bus. We expected a change at about 6 o'clock in the morning to continue our journey to Andahuaylas. The bitumen is good and the bus plunged into darkness we fall asleep quickly. As expected we arrived in Andahuaylas for change of vehicle, it is smaller and in poorer condition. Coming to the places assigned to us, we do not find them, the seats were removed ! After discussion, we can sit on two of the five seats that sit on the back of the bus. Since the preview of the track and our Ethiopian experience we are hardly thrilled. It will take just half an hour to q
ue our fears become reality. The trail is rocky, full of bumps and holes. This will not be a pleasure trip, especially as the breaks do not exist and we must wait until noon before the bus does not stop at a gas station abandoned, turned into a picnic area. 20 minutes later we off again, mandatory break, a truck blocking the road, the driver prefers to invite us down to manipulate conscience and go serenely between the truck and the ravine (indeed we also preferred to look to his turn out). Without further damage than a flat tire and our subsequent sore we arrive in the city of Ayacucho. We just barely cover 150 km in 24 hours. No time to spend the night in this charming town that gave birth to the Shining Path there is a score of years, we learn immediately and find a bus leaving in an hour. We dine on the floor of the bus company, light Raw, classic menu and cheap: a soup, a plate with meat, rice, potatoes and a drink. Note we set up the bus to continue our journey, hoping that the road will be in better condition. He 21 hours, we leave the city. An hour later our bus stops, the lights come on the bus, a young man dressed in a military proceeding directly to the bottom, and request identity cards ... we look with Laetitia for a split second we have a doubt, is that really the police? Yes, after photographing our passports, it makes us share and control other passengers, and we leave in the night towards the north of Peru. The rhythm of the bumps we end up falling asleep. Four o'clock in the morning we woke up again. The bus just stop for no apparent reason. On leaving we see that we are not the only vehicle to stop. A long line stretches out before us, the light re our torch we go back to
get to the source 
problem u . A truck stopped across the road, part of the trailer ready to rock on houses below. We go back on the bus and we fall asleep again, of how you always there is nothing else to do. At dawn the bus is still not gone away, another truck is there. People are have started unloading bags of cement, then a crane arrives to break the deadlock with a good sixty of spectators (the occupants of t e vehi cles immobilized ). 9 am, we start to attack the slopes of Peru. Around noon we are in Huancayo. We stay two hours in this small town, time to restore to buy tickets to our next step and we parto ns Huánuco. No problem on the road, we arrive at the scheduled time, incredible. No spars to scheduled for tonight or for tomorrow, tomorrow we rest. A passerby tells us a little friendly hotel in town. Minibar, TV, hot shower, comfortable bed wheat. Perfect for relaxing the two days of grueling road. It takes beer in the fridge and turn on the TV, a channel porn ... we opt for the chain child and we fall asleep watching the Pink Panther. We take this day off to visit the city and think if we have time to get to the Merced, gross e cited the coffee region. After we have shown, this is impossible, because we will, from here take taxis with several stages cities, roads are rotten so that buses can use them. That should take a day and a half if all goes well, and our aircraft in three days. We say farewell to La Merced and reserve a taxi for the 10 hour ENDEMAIN 
es. 
D years my tin ed No us have encountered a roaster, with whom we enjoyed u No coffee in the region and certainly the best of Peru in for us. The evening when we watch the procession pass, forcing Holy Week, we find the person who does we had indicated the hotel, we'll have a drink in a bar very friendly and we discover the ' aguardiente, an alcohol-based Peruvian sugar cane. We spent the rest of the evening romantic to celebrate our six month journey in the most exclusive restaurant in the city, with probably the most expensive menu, but also the most cheap. Depressed, but we go to bed smiling after this beautiful gourmet scam, but we had already told you. The next 10 hours, the taxi is here. We ship, again pass by the station to load the world. Three hours later on a relatively mild road we arrive in the town of Ti Maria ngo. We eat a piece in a fashionable eatery Peruvian come and we rembarquons in another taxi, five hours of track in the program. Safely but with a good hour and a half late we arrived at night under a light rain to our next step, Tocache. A city worthy of farwest, a road paved vaguely, but most roads are muddy. A young girl who was in the taxi with us and shows us the village is a small hotel with a minimum comfort that is perfect for the night. We find a taxi to Tarapoto departure the next seven hours, the last ten hours of track before you can finally fly. We look forward in four days, we accumulate now 60 hours away. Even before we are awake, we hear knocking on the door. It the driver who picked us up with a good half hour ahead. I make him understand with my three words of English to iron in a quarter of an hour. We spend our togs quickly, a cleanliness, and we are in the street. Time to smoke a cigarette, for lack of a good ca fé to wake us up and now our car moves forward. As for the previous day, we head toward the garage to load the three missing passengers, and this gives us time to see the city waking up and us sipping coffee in the bar nearby. 8 h 15, the start of the last sp SPECIALIST to Tarapoto. In a special we move against the clock. Our driver must be a frustrated rally driver ... we avoisinons 80km / h on a track in a state more than limit. After half past one race, then we stop u
not to take the diner breakfast. Fifteen minutes later we're back on track we follow up bumps and turns. A few muddy passages, some ruts. Just outside of a bend a landslide more important than other mouth half the road, the driver slows down, after a moment's reflection he presents gum, we do not even have time to review the first ten meters that we are immobilized by mud. It remains for us to r removed our shoes to get out. Laetitia helping a lady carrying her little girl to pass through this muddy and I give a hand to remove the car. We must first divert the water flowing and continues to reduce mud on the road. After half an hour of skating, 5 people to tow the car and be copiously watered mud, the driver managed to get out of this quagmire of Peru. The empty car, he steps back, accelerates and passes to block 25 meters mud without difficulty. Without delay we leave, the driver continued to attack the track. Soon he is forced to slow down to a simple mechanical problem, the engine overheating ... which forced him to drive to freewheel when the road permits. N 
ll end up getting arrested near a river where for about ten minutes we're going back and forth between the river and the ra mediator of the car. Once the car heats we present her repa YDone. One last time before the lunch break road, the driver took the opportunity to immerse themselves in the engine while passengers faced to eat. I take this opportunity to refine my role as "El Gringo" and buy coffee at a local dealer, meanwhile Laetitia talks with three old sitting watching what happens in the street, ie not much. They told him that it blocks a little further. Actually just an hour after departing, we pass a line of trucks, buses, cars stopped, we stop for our tour and will see the problem. It's simple, half of the bridge collapsed. Workers have been working this morning to repair it, but it gives the impression nothing has been done. Our flight is tomorrow and there is only one road, so no time to wait, we pay our taxi to the end of the race and find the other side of the bridge the driver of a wealth of full opportunism Instructs its old box of 
e convicts like us. We take the last two available seats beside the driver. An hour later we sum in a small village and drive change. Finally the road improves, fewer bumps, less mountains, but this will not prevent the inevitability of us catch up. We end up dying, but only slightly so far as is possible. We have time to reach a vulcanizing shop. Gradually the track gives way to tarmac, we arrive at a roundabout, the driver is cut as if nothing had happened. We drive another twenty minutes on this two-way road and has a white line. Finally Tarapoto, 5 days of travel, 70 hours of track. We pause for a good restaurant, with morning and late afternoon we board and take our flight above the Amazon to the largest city in the world without road connection, Iquitos. 
