In my book, one way to define good friendship is having friends that push you to new heights and experiences. E+J's Utah buds Christine and James, who live at the doorstep to Zion National Park, have proven their good friendship many times. Most recently, they invited E+J to join them for a trip to Perú. E+J were instantly intrigued and up to the challenge of figuring out logistics and finances to make the trip a reality. And so they did.
I sat this trip out given the difficulty of transporting a full-grown buck with an enormous rack by airplane. Below E recounts the trip as she and J experienced it.
Lima (Jan 27-29)
We started with a couple of days in Lima, Perú's capital and home to some 11 million people. It was indescribably dense with cars, people and development, but it was somehow easy to quickly fall into its intense rhythm. We stayed in the Miraflores neighborhood the first night and in the city center, near the historic Plaza Mayor, the second night.
In Miraflores we visited the bustling main streets and learned to stealthily cross the street where cars do not yield to pedestrians, live animals or anything that moves. This skill would come in handy for the rest of the trip. We visited the Bioferia market of healthy and organic products and enjoyed a visit to Parque Kennedy. In the historic city center we found ourselves in the nucleus of unbelievable energy, noise and motion. It was the weekend and the Plaza Mayor had thousands of people in it, with at least half a dozen brides waiting for their ceremony or taking pre- and post-wedding photos near the cathedral. We attended portions of a couple of weddings and enjoyed riding the wave of happiness emanating through the open cathedral doors.
Streets near the city center are closed to cars on Sundays -- a wonderful thing. But far from resulting in a reduction in noise, the streets were instead filled to the brim with music, people doing this and that, and various other noisy activity. At 3am we were abruptly awakened by metal rods and tables being strewn onto the street below us as a street fair was coming together. We learned that in Lima people seem to not sleep: they go to bed extremely late and wake up exceedingly early. With little sleep, we visited the catacombs at the Basilica de San Francisco, where between 25,000 and 75,000 were buried before the city's cemetery was established in the early 19th century. The catacombs were built directly under the church, which is still in use today. During our visit, parishoners sang Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence" in Spanish inside the church. The sound traveled through small passageways in the brick and stone and was delivered eerily to our ears as we attempted to pay our respects to the neatly-stacked bones of long-gone Peruvians resting beneath the church. It was surreal to say the least.
In Lima we had our first of many excellent Peruvian meals. The best meal we had in the capital was at Mayta, in Miraflores. Lima was also the first of many places in Perú where we saw clear evidence of climate change, and where the vehicle emissions rendered the air so dirty it was sometimes literally painful to breathe. Speaking with several locals, we learned that the extreme heat the city was experiencing during our visit was not normal -- at least not until the last few years. The city is very humid, which makes the heat quite unbearable. Few shady or air-conditioned refuges exist, and the city (and country) are ill-equipped to respond to this growing challenge.
Arequipa/Colca Valley & Canyon (Jan 29-Feb 1)
From Lima we flew to Arequipa, known as la ciudad blanca for its widespread use of a white volcanic rock called sillar. The city center is elegant and inviting, and its proportions are much more in line with the pedestrian experience than Lima -- despite Arequipa being the second most populous Peruvian city (after Lima). We stayed two nights just across from the famous and very lovely Monasterio de Santa Catalina. The monastery is a city within a city, comprised of hundreds of rooms and stand-alone buildings laid out around photogenic streets and plazas. Vibrant reds and blues and strong chiaroscuro from the play of sunlight and shadows contrast nicely with the geraniums and cacti planted thoughtfully throughout the massive property. It's a stunning place to visit.
Arequipa was also the first of many Peruvian locations we experienced where people of all ages and sizes were forcefully hustling tourists. We didn't encounter this phenomenon to such an extent in Lima, even in the historic city center. Arequipa gave us the naysaying practice needed to get through the rest of the trip.
While in Arequipa we booked a two-day trip to Colca Valley and Canyon, the deepest in the world and twice as deep as the Grand Canyon. We chose the agency Colca Trek, which turned out to be an excellent decision. We were so pleased with the passion and care that our tour guide Sabino had as he shared details about the land, culture and people of Perú past and present. We were a group of nine, with five from Poland, Eddie and Michel from Holland, plus me and J. I was the only one in the group who spoke Spanish. As our driver Michy spoke no English, we developed a great rapport.
Puno & Lake Titicaca (Feb 1-3)
After a beautiful two days -- which included hiking, bike riding and staying in a gorgeous lodge in the small village of Pinchollo -- Michy drove Eddie, Michel, J and me to Puno on the shore of Lake Titicaca, where the Fiesta de la Virgen de Candelaria was in full swing. I rode in the front seat of the van for much of the ride to chat with Michy, which proved an excellent opportunity to practice my Spanish and get into deep conversations about the nature of personality and whether we are each doomed to follow in our parents' footsteps -- among other engaging topics. The long drive included dramatic thunder and lightning all around us. It felt like we were in the middle of a National Geographic photo shoot!
The next day Michy spent a few hours with me and J, using his agency discount to book a bus to Cusco on our behalf, as well as a tour of Lake Titicaca's Uros Islands. He was amazingly kind and insisted on giving us back the commission he received. He wouldn't take payment -- so we treated him to lunch and dinner and filled up the gas tank instead. Michy also drove us to the ruin of Sillustani, about 45 minutes from Puno. We gave a Quechua woman a ride and drove through several local villages. It was an unexpected treat, and by day's end we had forged a wonderful friendship with Michy, with whom we have continued to stay in touch. We said our goodbyes (I admit mine was a bit teary) and were off to a boat tour of the floating islands.
Fascinating and beautiful as the islands were, our experience was marred by one of the several occasions of swindling we would come to experience in the country. Michy had helped us book a complete tour with a ride in a traditional vessel, but a firm handshake between Michy and the kid who sold us the tour wasn't enough to avoid a swindle. We ended up being told that our ticket didn't include the full tour after all -- but we were already on the second vessel when we were told. We were made to pay a second time despite me mustering the best Spanish-language argument I could -- complete with the statement "me estás estafando" -- or "you are swindling me." With one more swindle now behind us, we thought of the line from Annie Hall when Woody Allen's parents are arguing over the cleaning lady stealing from them and the father says "She's got a right to steal from us! After all, who is she gonna steal from if not us?"
We were quite ready to leave Puno. The city itself is not particularly charming -- it's congested and run-down. We nevertheless enjoyed the festivities, which we found more celebratory on the eve of the Fiesta than on the big day itself (February 2). The town was alive with processions and street dancing and marching bands combining Western instruments with traditional ones. The folkloric flavor we had expected to encounter in the form of costumes was largely absent, however. Perhaps it was present on other days of the two-week celebration and we just missed it.
We left Puno early on February 3rd. By this time we had developed a pattern of waking up very early, generally between 3:30 and 5am, and occasionally earlier! We took a tour bus on a 10.5-hour ride to Cusco with stops along the way including the Temple of Raqchi and the Museum of Inka Aymara de Pucara. J and I skipped the last stop, and while other passengers were wandering around we used what little cell network we could get to find a travel agency offering the five-day Salkantay Trek. I called agency after agency until finally finding one that had a trek starting the next day -- and they had just two of 12 spots remaining! We still had more than an hour to go by bus and needed to arrive to the office of Salkantay Trekking company in Cusco to guarantee our spot immediately. Somehow the stars aligned, and after the quickest possible hotel check-in and hitting the bank to get cash for the trek, we made it to the office, paid the fee and joined the briefing held the night before a trek along with the other 10 travelers. The tour guide, Eleasar, provided general info and timing regarding what we should all expect. I found it odd that he did not prompt introductions among the hikers that night, and indeed did little throughout the following days to foster a group atmosphere.
We left the briefing, ran a couple of errands, ate dinner and went to bed after packing, leaving only a few hours before waking at 4am to be picked up for the long drive to the trailhead.
Salkantay Trek (Feb 4-8)
The drive was unpleasant -- 12 strangers plus crew piled in a van, music blasting inconsiderately as we all tried to sleep through the curvy, bumpy ride on mountainous dirt roads. Not a good start to the trip. At breakfast we finally had a chance to start getting to know our group. I invited all to introduce themselves, where they were visiting from, and name a favorite mountain destination. And so we learned about our group:
- Natasja Amsterdam of Holland. Spends two-thirds of every year living abroad in various parts of the globe. Lived over a decade in Bangladesh.
- Francis Molloy of Auckland, New Zealand. Four months into a 12-month journey through the Americas from Antarctica to the Arctic.
- Charlotte Fünning of Germany. Eighteen-year-old day care volunteer in Lima who will be applying to medical school upon returning home.
- John Yttenberg of Vail, Colorado. Ski instructor, lover of music and Kurt Cobain look-alike, per our guides.
- John Ardaugh of Chicago, Illinois. Traveling with friend John Y. Earned the trail name "Banana Man" on this trek.
- Charlie Beckman of the US.
- Helen McCurrie and Remy Horne of Cape Town, South Africa. Newlyweds who will be relocating to London soon.
- Becca and Stephen Turney of Nashville, Tennessee. A nurse and sound engineer respectively.
Over the following days we all learned what a serendipitously perfect group this was. So many good conversations, jokes and songs were shared over many miles of trail and over well-earned, generously-portioned meals. I can say without a doubt that this byproduct of travel -- simple connection with other curious, open-hearted souls also bitten by wanderlust -- was the most cherished part of a trip also otherwise filled with daily wonder. By now, having traveled a great deal and met many interesting people, I know not to expect continued connection but rather enjoy the connection as it manifests in happenstance. But I do hope to be able to sustain contact with at least some of our new friends.
The trek offered incredible variety. J and I were awe-struck by the beauty of the high Andes, making it to the highest point we had every reached on foot. The jungle villages we visited were another kind of fascinating. Interesting vegetation, simple living, and so many domesticated animals to greet hikers! Here's what each day of the trek offered.
Day 1 After the long drive, breakfast in a small village and a final check to ensure everyone had what they needed in their day packs, it was finally time to start hiking. After a few hours' hiking through jungle vegetation and past ancient Inca waterways, we arrived at our camping location in a breathtaking valley flanked by mountains and glaciers and inhabited mostly by horses, "mountain cows" (as our guide called them) and donkeys, all seemingly unimpressed by the views. We hiked up a steep trail to Lake Humantay at 4,200m/13,779ft, which is fed by a dying glacier of the same name. Not long ago, the entirety of the valley above it was sealed by an ancient glacier. Standing at the lake's shore, we looked up some 200 feet to see clear glacial scarring. Behind us was a wall of earth and rocks left by its terminal moraine, a grim reminder that our planet is quickly changing. That night we slept in a glass "igloo" large enough to accommodate two people, one of 10 igloos lined up in a row.
Day 2 With a healthy ascent to start the day, we reached the trek's high point at Salkantay Pass at 4,630m/15,190ft, higher than our feet had ever taken us before. The pass is dwarfed by Salkantay Peak, which at 6,254m/20,550ft is the highest in the Vilcabamba Range of the Andes. National Geographic Adventure magazine named the Salkantay Trek as one of the 25 best treks in the world. It certainly was one of our 25 best!
Day 3 We walked along dirt roads through the jungle much of the day because heavy rain the night before had rendered the trails potentially dangerous. One of the upsides was that walking the road made for a convivial time for our group, as conversation came more easily than when climbing or descending a single-track trail at higher elevations. Along the way, we stopped for a break where a colorfully-dressed woman with a baby on her back was selling passion fruit and bananas she and her family grew a steep 10-minute walk down the canyon and across the river. The passion fruit was the best we've ever tasted...and not just because she was selling two for one sol (about $0.30)!
Day 4 After three days spent in the high Andes and down in jungle villages where coffee, bananas, avocado and guavas grow, on day 4 we spent hours walking along the train tracks to Aguas Calientes (aka "Machu Picchu town"). In all, we covered some 22 miles, sometimes under intensely humid heat, followed by a cool rain. We arrived at Aguas Calientes and met with our friends Christine and James, our Utah buds who invited us to Perú in the first place. They had just flown in a couple of days before. Our gleeful reunion was short and sweet -- as we all had much preparation for the following day.
Day 5 We awoke before 4am to rendezvous with our hiking buddies and begin the pilgrimage to the Inca citadel. Aguas Calientes was already buzzing with other early risers intent on hiking up or catching the first shuttle buses to beat the crowds. "Beating the crowds" is a relative concept, even in the low season -- and by shortly past 5am our ascent had begun along that of several hundred others. It's a grueling climb in the dark, with heat and humidity already bearing down as we headed closer to Machu Picchu. About an hour later we finally arrived to the entrance. We wandered around for a few hours, and then hiked up Huayna Picchu, the iconic mountain often pictured just behind the citadel. The hike is accomplished via up steep stairways clearly not made for feet wearing large hiking boots. We spent the rest of the day with Francis, Christine, James, and their boss/friend Rebecca, wandering through serpentine corridors, spying window views to the stunning mountains surrounding the site, communing with llamas as they tried assertively to claim our lunches, and finding nooks and crannies to rest and take it all in.
The Salkantay Trek was one of the top highlights -- if not the top highlight -- of our trip.
Highest elevation: 15,200'
Lowest elevation: 5,100'
Distance: 56 miles
Sacred Valley, Cusco and Rainbow Mountain (Feb 9-12)
The day after our visit to Machu Picchu James, Christine, Rebecca, J and I took the train to Ollantaytambo in the Sacred Valley (the only way to/from Aguas Calientes is by train or on foot) . We spent a day and a half exploring the relative tranquility of the Valley, visiting the salt ponds of Maras, the circular terraces Moray and the ruins of Ollantaytambo.
We then split with Rebecca (who stayed on in the Sacred Valley) and the four of us headed to the ancient capital of Cusco, where we spent a couple of days taking in the city's museums, ruins and cobble-stoned streets. We stayed in the neighborhood of San Blas, which offered a perfect place from which to explore the historic city center, the ruins of Sacsayhuaman, and the endless number of tiny streets and passageways criss-crossing the city.
The following day was our last in the country and was my birthday. We once again awoke at the ungodly hour of 4am, this time to hike Vinicunca Mountain (aka Rainbow Mountain). Though only recently "discovered" for tourism, we were struck by just how many hikers, guides, local vendors and horsemen (and horsewomen and children) there were. The namesake mountain pass is about 5 miles from the trailhead -- not a long distance, but boy are you humbled by the elevation, which tops out at 16,520ft/5,035m! This broke our previous week's elevation record and was, for the record, the most exhausting hiking I've ever done.
From the top, we were satiated by views of the gorgeous Ausangate glacier, which at 20,945ft/6,385m is the highest mountain in the Cusco region. We were the only group to take a longer return route on the way back, via a neighboring "red canyon" composed of soft scree, an idyllic (but boggy) riparian valley, and steep, fertile terraces planted with rows of colorful potato crops. The sights were absolutely remarkable. We then proceeded to have a mutiny when our guide's incompetence came through and he had to rely on my map and GPS receiver to attempt to lead eight of us back via the alternate route -- a route which he had apparently had never attempted before. It was a trying experience, but fortunately the terrain and vistas more than made up for it. Along the way, I communicated with a local woman who spoke only Quechua; somehow we understood each other and she proved to be very helpful, far more so than our guide! In all, my GPS recorded an 18.7-mile hike that day, which means our return trip ("shorter than the hike in," according to our guide) was nearly 14 miles long. Here's a map of our adventure from our trusty Garmin GPS.
We got back late and in the pouring rain, but we nevertheless mustered enough energy for our group to go out for a delicious birthday dinner at Cicciolina in Cusco's historic district. It was a great bookend to a perspective-altering trip. We said good night to our friends, and were up early the next morning to catch a three-leg, 17-hour flight home from Cusco to Lima to Panama City to Los Angeles.
And then home (Feb 13)
So how do I recap these 18 days spent in Perú? I suspect it will take more time to fully interpret the experience, but a few immediate impressions, without the the full benefit of retrospect, follow:
- The unlikely combination of cultural history, natural splendor and the human element makes Perú and incredibly rich and interesting place to experience.
- Despite being my first longer-term visit to a developing country, I found it easy to slip into the reality of Peruvian life as it exists for much of the population. I expected some culture shock but didn't end up experiencing it in any significant way. Instead, I found myself drawn to how the elemental existence of life manifests irrespective of time, place and, perhaps, material wealth.
- I'm hungry to explore other parts of Latin America!
- I wish I hadn't felt the ever-present propensity of many Peruvians dealing with tourists to swindle said tourists. It was exhausting and marred an otherwise enriching two and a half weeks.
- Many Peruvians sleep very little. We witnessed late-night partying and waking up exceedingly early over and over again.
- Food is most often excellent, and portions are monstrous.
- Western privilege is palpable, and the lack of environmental and public health protections in Perú make for an eye-popping disparity between this country and the developed world. This is the one area where my mind and heart protest the way things are in Perú.
- Travel of any kind is so essential to the heart and mind; international travel is even more so!