In 1973 this stretch of “highway” almost broke my parents’ spirit. My little sister broke her collar bone (with some assistance from her equally undernourished older sister) and the truck suffered near fatal injuries as well.
The road is better now, less punishing in our new Ford F350, but the drive is still harrowing.
We could try to find a campsite in Cuzco but the roads are too narrow and our nerves too shattered. So we pull in next to long-haul truckers at a gas station and try to ignore the rumble of diesel engines as we fall into an exhausted sleep.
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