Weather: Changeable enough to cause a wardrobe crisis... It was 6 degrees at the start and 30 at the finish.
Llama Count: Princessa the bitch of a filly fufils this metric with thankfully only a count of 1.
Finally a mispent youth of cycling around Redhill, Edgehill, Kingston, and Norfolk´s rocky tracks came in handy. It was either this exceptionally long and arduous preparation, or my attitude of win or die that contributed to me coming third overall. I was beaten by to very pro french BMX fans, but very happily I beat the exceptionally annoying male canadian contingent. The general race attitude probably upped the danger level slightly, but despite my worst fears the bike did not fall to bits.
Having survived the death road we went to a hotel to go swimming. This was a Bolivian four star hotel, complete with no glass in the windows and a horse wandering in and out of the kitchen. The canadians were trying to feed the horse (not very successfully.) I had a go, and the filly (who was aptly called princessa) managed to kick me three times in under two seconds (with one front leg and two back.) She´s going to be a very interesting breaking project for someone. Anyway the only bruises I have are hoof shaped, maybe horses are more dangerous than bikes.
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