I arrived at Piscobamba at around 4:30pm to find the town undergoing some major infrastructure work. The mustard coloured building on the right is the hotel I wanted to stay in. I was the only guest and as you can imagine they were more in construction mode than running a pretty hotel, but I was just glad to have a bed.
The hotel owner had some parking for my motorcycle in the building and wanted to manhandle the bike through a series of steps. But he thought it was a normal local bike and once he saw it, understood the weight and risks involved. As it turned out he also owned the ferreteria (hardware store) and had a storage building about 700 metres down the road.
While this discussion was going on the town was preparing for some type of festive event. I never found out what, but the towns folk in their traditional dress, many with musical instruments were also heading the same direction as my parking. This is the first time since Argentina that I have been referred to as gringo, and it continued over the next few days as I moved further into rural areas. I suppose I am a classic gringo with my blonde hair and tall stature.