Ivan and I have breakfast at 5:30 am on November 20, 2012.
The group left on the bus at 6 am.
We stopped at a traditional village named Maca.
Women with alpacas and eagles were taking photos with the tourists. Girls were dancing in traditional outfits around the fountains with the colonial church in the background.
We saw Pre-Inca terraces.
The bus started driving towards Colca Canyon. Jesus took us on a 45 minute walk which wasn’t a hard hike. I felt a little out of breath since it’s really high. The highest point of Colca Canyon is 3,600 meters (11811 feet). I do get effected by altitude sickness with headaches and shortness of breath while walking.
Ivan bought a slingshot earlier and he was trying to hit the condors with rocks.
We saw 2 condors towards the viewpoint which was miles away from us.
Jesus guided the group further. He told us that we had an hour to spare and where to meet the bus. I think an hour is too long unless you’re really keen on seeing the condors.
Colca Canyon was alright – not too impressive. I’d rather see the Grand Canyon.
Ivan and I walked up to Condor Cross viewpoint. There were no sign of any condors though. Ivan and I checked out the merchandise for sale like socks, rocks and postcards with condors on them.
Ivan and I shared a avocado and cheese sandwich made with a lady in traditional dress.
We started walking to the bus. I saw two condors up above us, but Ivan had the camera so I didn’t get a chance to snap one.
The group piled onto the bus. Jesus kept talking on the bus. I couldn’t understand everything he was saying. Not many people were really paying attention. He told us some words, I think Andean. The only one I remember is caca means uncle. He told us way too many. I think a few words would have sufficed.
The bus drove back to Chivay where we had a lunch buffet at Sumac Wasi. Ivan and I are vegetarians so there wasn’t much choice. The fried trout was so very tasty. Ivan asked for more. It was the most popular thing in the buffet. Ty told me the rest of the food wasn’t very good. They brought out more that Ivan grabbed a few. I went to get some and it was gone. Jesus said Do you want trout? I said yes. The lady brought out the bowl and I took more. I think we ate all their trout! Ivan said they weren’t prepared for the hungry gringos.
After lunch, we drove for an hour and a half to Patahuasi. Frida our Oasis truck was waiting for us along with the rest of the group.
Franco started driving us at 2 pm.
Ivan’s the best DJ on the truck. So, he played lots of fun music during our drive. I don’t get it though. Ivan played a really fun Fatboy Slim mix a few weeks ago and most people didn’t like it.. but most people were dancing the Macarena and to the Spice Girls today. It’s great to have cool, upbeat music on a long drive since it makes the time go by faster.
It was a bush camp night where we camp on the side of the road. This time our camp site was in a rock quarry and it was raining.
Everybody in the group except us started setting up their tents. Ivan wanted to wait until it stopped raining or until the rain died down. The truck bitches set up a tent for the group. Our cool group leader Mel was working on dinner.
It wasn’t raining as hard, so Ivan and I went to set up our tent and put the flysheet up.
We grabbed our sleeping bags and rolls mats and took them to the tent. Our pants were wet, so we changed our pants. Our hands were so cold.
Rocks started falling and Mel advised everybody they should move their tents to the other side where our tent was located. It was a wise move since somebody could get seriously hurt.
For dinner, Mel cooked up a lovely vegetarian soup which was great comfort food since it was still raining hard.
Everybody went to their tent early since it was too cold to hang out.
Ivan and I watched a weird movie called Tony and then we went to sleep early at 9 pm.