Our purpose for going to Lima was two fold, Nickers needed to catch a flight to SF and Mike and I needed our tires installed. Otherwise, we would have skipped this gigantic city as it seems every time we go into one, I cant wait to get back out on the open road again. Lima's poverty level is mind blowing, as there thousands of shanty shacks along the road heading in from the north. The air quality is equivalent to that of a coal mine and the traffic is slightly better than Bogota, which isn't saying much. The next day we all went to the local KTM dealer where Nick stored his bike and Mike and I then spent the next 9 hours waiting for the tires to get changed. The shop didn't own the machine needed and they took the tires elsewhere. In the end they didn't balance the rear tires and mine was mounted backwards with the tread pattern in the wrong direction. Not exactly a positive experience, but perhaps I´m just accustomed to doing the work myself and having a full workshop in my home.
1 KTM, 2 wheels M.I.A.
Photo of b walsh about 7 hours in, just chilling. Patience is required when trying to accomplish anything in Central or South America such as border crossings, eating out, internet, etc.
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