Trekking in the Cordillera Blanca

The group of us at the pass


With only a few days left here in Peru, we ventured to Huaraz for some trekking in the Andes. The town itself is mainly concrete after the destruction of many earthquakes, but the surroundings are spectacular – imposing rocky ridges with white peaks all around.

Me trying to jump over Alpamayo, ‘The most beautiful mountain in the world’


We did the ‘Santa Cruz’ trek, the same route I did with Roland 10 years ago (although proudly then we did it with just a guide and a couple of tents, no donkeys, chairs and tables as are the order of the day now). It’s four days of decent trekking, with camping in beautiful but sub-zero temperatures in the valleys each night.

Icebergs in the glacial lake

Along the way we took in sparkling blue glacial pools (with freshly minted icebergs), a ridge at 4750m just below the snow line, and also the destructive power of nature. When I was last here, there was a striking arid valley running for 20km leading up to the ridge. A landslide earlier this year tore down the hillside and for miles down the valley, coating everything with a thick bed of sand. It’a a bit eerie looking up at the mountain above you to see an obvious gap and the rubble and sand surrounding you, especially since this was all so memorable when I was here not all that long ago (in geological terms, anyway!).

My, we´re tall!

There is another aspect to this landscape that has stuck with me strongly since our last visit: the haunting tale of the 1970 earthquake that wrought destruction on much of Peru and particularly the town of Yungay, which we passed at the start of the trek. The 7.9 quake dislodged part the top of Mount Huascarán, the highest mountain in the country. As the mass of rock and ice continued downhill, it picked up part of a glacier, and as it neared the valley bottom at around 300km/h, it was some 80 million cubic metres in size. The towns in its path were completely wiped out, killing 25000 people in Yungay alone. It is a haunting experience even now driving through the valley which is littered with boulders the size of 5 story houses. And the good side to this story that I remember dearly? On the day of the quake, a local circus was holding a free day for children. Some 300 of them were attending in the local stadium and as a result survived, having been led to safer ground pied-piper style by a clown after the earthquake. When you think about it, it isn’t hard to see why the Incas thought the mountains were the incarnations of gods looking over them.

Simon

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Peruvian Boobies and Islands of guano

Peruvian Boobies sitting on the rocks


We heard that just off the coast, the Islas Ballestas were Peru’s ‘Poor man’s Galapagos’, a description that perhaps exaggerates a little – but then we’d heard they were covered in guano, so our expectations were pretty low!

We stayed in the quaint little beach town of Paracas, in ‘Paracas Backpacker’s House’ with rooms more like beach-huts than proper buildings. Ours had a flat roof with holes through to the sky – this is where the desert meets the sea, and it basically never rains here. If it did, those live wires running onto the roof would be a bit more concerning! It was one of the nicest places we’ve slept in ages – the owner Alberto was wonderful, giving us all sorts of tips for eating cheaply in the town, telling jokes and making us very welcome. It was the first time we’ve been on a beach since Salvador back in Brazil over 3 months ago, so we were both pretty excited despite the cool weather!

Early in the morning, we took a tourist speedboat out to the islands – you can’t actually set foot on them to protect the inhabitants, but the view from the boat was just fantastic. The whole thing was pretty Hitchcockesque; there are hundreds of thousands of birds absolutely everywhere, covering every rock as far as the eye could see. The hill in the centre of the island had a black tinge to it, and as we got closer, you could see it was actually a seething mass of avian life – the black was all birds.

On the way to the islands we were greeted by sea lions leaping out of the water to welcome us, but the real highlight was waiting on the rocks – penguins! I hadn’t quite imagined them to be so small – cute at just 50-70cm high and looking sweet in their little groups. The island is absolutely covered in Peruvian Boobies, a white-headed bird, with spots of red-footed cormorants, and the suitably ugly turkey culture. The swarms of birds flying overhead in formation brought back memories of the starlings over Brighton in autumn – although in this case, it was the distinctive silhouette of pelicans instead.

Some tiny Penguins

The birds bring more than just ecological riches to Peru, as the bird droppings (guano) they produce is hugely valuable as a fertiliser. Two people actually live on the islands at all times to guard the product, with stone walls created to ensure the excrement doesn’t (ahem) get flushed away – in places, it is metres thick! Every seven years the whole lot is collected – a dirty job if ever there was one – half to be exported and half for Peru’s domestic agriculture.

This is where they load up the Guano. Lots and lots of birds!

Following its failed war with Chile, Peru was in massive debt and needed to raise funds to pay off foreign loans. It seems only appropriate that for a country that could be said to be ‘in the shit’, it was the money from exports of guano that solved the national financial crisis at the time – pretty valuable stuff! On a weekend when Spain is turning to the Eurozone to bail out its banks, it does make you wonder – perhaps they could follow a similar route? The perfect counterpoint to a faltering tourist industry?

Simon

Sliding on sand

This pose lasted one second!


Just outside Ica, set amid the towering sand dunes is the oasis of Huacachina, a small lake surrounded by a scattering of colonial buildings – and lots and lots of backpackers. Apparently this once used to be an sophisticated peaceful escape from the city; now it’s been overrun by foreigners hell-bent on hedonism and adventure tourism, but it was fun for one night at least.

We joined a tour that was more of a mobile rollercoaster on sand, a dune buggy tearing its way up, around and over the dunes, with near-vertical drops down the other side that made me glad there was a roll cage and we were well strapped in! As the powerful engine roars and you fly up another sand ridge with the adrenaline kicking in, you can’t help but wonder about the poor creatures who once made this place their home – it’s some contrast to the idyll we found on camelback in the Rajistani Desert in India, and it’s pretty clear the local environment has suffered at the cost of tourism.

Our dune buggy. Yes, it did look cool!

The other sport in town is sandboarding. It seems the encouraged way for beginners to get to the bottom is to lie front-first on their board and slide and scream your way to the bottom, using your feet as breaks. It turns out you can go pretty fast; there’s something a little odd about hurtling down a mountain of sand with your face inches from the surface, but it was certainly cool, if that’s an appropriate word. We also had a go at sandboarding proper – standing up, sticking your ass out and attempting to balance. Definitely harder! I found the best technique was just to point the board down the slope and go for it – if it was on snow, you’d go way too fast, but the sand slows you down enough that the maximum speed is just about right. Great fun!

Simon

Flying on the ground

It was like flying


We’ve tried to avoid flying as much as we can on this trip, doing everything overland where possible. So we were a little surprised at our experience with the buses here in Peru.

We arrived at the bus terminal to be directed to a ‘check in desk’, where after confirming tickets and passports, they take your luggage, weigh it and tag it, and attach the luggage receipt to your ticket. It’s an odd experience having to trust the luggage will be making its own way onto the bus – not something we felt entirely comfortable since this wasn’t actually an airport!

But not just an ordinary bus...


You then queue to enter the departure lounge, where they search you and your hand luggage (for what, we’re not quite sure), and use one of those funky wand things to check for metal or guns or something. In the lounge itself (alas, no duty free) are comfy seats, and a queue building at the departure gate – no sign of Ryanair style priority boarding yet though!

The team on the bus, excited at our free headphones and pillows!


On the bus itself, the surreal experience continues. Someone comes past with a video camera to film the face of everyone in each seat for security reasons. The seats have blankets, pillows and free headphones and recline to 160 degrees – and there’s food on board. We were slightly disappointed to find they don’t serve complimentary alcohol, but the in-flight game of bingo made up for it!

It should be said this was with the expensive bus company ‘Cruz del Sur’ – peruvian roads are notorious for crashes and we weren’t going to take our chances. However, there are definately some things National Express or Megabus could learn from this!

Simon

PS. Having written this, we just had the most confusing bus bingo ever. Laura thought she’d won, but we didn’t want to declare it since we don’t actually need a (non-transferrable) bus ticket back to Cuzco. Then it seems like half the bus went up to claim their prize to be told they hadn’t actually won yet, including an elderly woman who was asked to sing to us for entertainment while her numbers were checked. And then when there was an actual winner, two people rushed to claim the prize. You definately don’t get this kind of excitement on the buses back home!

Bingo!

Cuzco and Machu Picchu

Looking down from the mountain above. You can see Wayna Pichu behind in the distance


I’d forgotten quite how vibrant Cuzco is. It was the capital of the Inca Empire, and still has that feeling about it – granted, you have to pretend that the hordes of tourists aren’t there, but watching colourful parades in the main square with fluttering rainbow flags and Inca temples up on the steep hillside above, you get a sense of what life was like here 500 years ago.

Cuzco’s also the city I spent most time in ten years ago, as I volunteered here with a friend’s charity, Kiya Survivors. It was fun wandering around the city finding old haunts and trying to work out which place we’d lived in for six weeks. I’d hoped to be able to pay a visit to them at the Rainbow Centre on Urubamba which was newly started when we were there, but alas it didn’t quite work out with our timing.

Standing over Cuzco


The city’s prominent place on the tourist map does have some distinct advantages once you get over the abundance of white tourists who speak only English. There’s plenty of great international food in the town (we even had a Indian buffet, and a full English breakfast!), and some of the sights are amazing. We dropped into the pre-Colombian art museum, which had stunning exhibits of ceramics, metal and woodwork from before the Incas. You could really see how actually they were a lot more sophisticated than the designs and techniques used in later years; presumably a lot was lost in the Inca conquest.

Midwinter is a big event in the Inca calendar, and with it only a few weeks away, the streets of the city were alive every day with cannons of fireworks and continual parades around the main square. On the day of the Queen’s Jubilee, we were more than a little surprised to see a corresponding military celebration in Cuzco’s main square – royalists at a distance, we wondered? Or perhaps this was a coup taking place, with all the guns, gunpowder and bayonets on display? The woman in the tourist office set the matter to rest, clearly bored with it already as she told us this happens every Sunday. Only in Peru!

Fireworks, on a wicker cage metres from the crowd...

Around the city are various Inca relics that survived Spanish destruction, the highlight of which is Sacsayhuaman (conveniently pronounced ‘sexy woman’), a temple/fortress where many of the annual Inca festivities were celebrated. The place is formed from huge carved rocks, which have been amazingly chiseled and fitted together perfectly – the Incas didn’t use mortar, but there’s absolutely no gap between each stone.

We also took the chance to make the mandatory pilgrimage to Machu Picchu, the famous hilltop Inca site which was never discovered by the Spanish and hence never destroyed. It really lived up to expectations even on a second visit – an incredible set of stone structures perched on an unworldly mountaintop, with wonderful views around. We climbed Machu Picchu Mountain behind the site, with even more impressive views looking down.

For all of its aesthetic glory, Machu Picchu has unfortunately become an example of the bad side of tourism. As its fame has risen, authorities have been keen to cash in on wealthy foreign tourists – meaning the place is entirely out of reach of the very locals whose heritage is being put on display. It’s not helped that the only way to get to the town below the site is on foot (that’s the Inca Trail), or by train – with even the cheapest fare costing $50 one way. That’s the sort of price you might get on the railway back home!

Even excluding transport, we were pretty stunned at an entrance fee of $47, which is a lot to us as backpackers. The fee for locals is half that – but when you consider that it works out at 75% of the Peruvian average monthly salary, it is still ridiculously high. That’s equivalent to a ticket to Stonehenge costing £1500! Other than guides and others working there, we saw no obvious Peruvian faces during our visit, and it really isn’t hard to see why. Instead, there were hordes of rich westerners queuing for the lunch buffet at the cafe on site – a snip at $35 – before some retire to the lodgings at the hotel on site, possibly one of the most expensive hotels anywhere, with rooms from $975 (excluding tax). It’s almost as jaw-dropping as the view of the ruins themselves.

Taking it all in, you’re left thinking that there must be some better way of making it work – sure, make all the profit you can from us rich foreigners, but not at the cost of denying Peruvians access to their own heritage.

Simon