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november 14
More distance saved today, but it was arduous. I started at 4.45 am
from the town of Quilca and finished at 11.30 pm after a rendezvous
with the vans, which, unable to travel on the potholed back road, had
taken the highway. I ended up running in the pitch dark, Bernie fol-
lowing my progress on the tracker on his phone. I repeatedly tripped
over rocks, foliage and cacti, and my legs and hands were bruised and
bleeding. At the end, I was weeping. Bernie put his arm around my
shoulder and said, 'Good on you, mate.'
The road I took was no more than a bullock track running up and
down sand dunes, cliffs and hills, and steep gorges that went right
down to the sea.
Along the way, I found a different kind of roadkill from that
which I've encountered so far: a human foot. When I later reported
my find to Juan and Gustavo, saying that we should contact the police
in case whoever once owned that foot was murdered, they said that
piles of bones are common in these parts. In Peru, it's normal to bury
