I remember as a kid in Latin America, I was curious and kinda jealous when families around us celebrated 3 Kings Day. Three decades later, bikepacking across Mexico, It piqued…
But in other areas, and oh these are the true treasures my friend, the road still stands as it was built. A smooth cobbling of rock or carved smoothly into a rock face, draining water, holding its ground, sometimes as wide as a highway.
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Neon Fidgit and I weren’t feeling great leaving Macusani, though that had become the norm. Our bodies were breaking down, our…