Home on the Highway - San Francisco to Ushuaia, Argetina in an 87 4Runner
12-18-2012, 10:50 AM
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We settled into to life at our apartment. It was nice to have some routine after being on the move for so long. We would wake up in the morning, make some coffee, and hang out on the roof of our apartment watching the waves, the sun, and life waking up in our little town of Huanchaco.
It didn't take long for word to trickle out on the streets that "Home on the Highway" had a sweet beach pad and the visitors soon started rolling in.
Our first friends who came were our Canadian buds we had recently met in Ecuador. We spent lots of time strolling the town together, drinking Trujillo beers, and sitting on the beach. Standard Hunachaco life.
We paid a visit to Trujillo's largest ruin, the infamous CHAN-CHAN... ChanChan is a massive ruin covering over 20KM of land. It is actually the largest Pre-Columbian ruin in all of South America. The main complex is surrounded by giant adobe walls and divided up into various sections inside for ceremony, farming, and everyday life. At its peak over 30,000 people lived in this city. It was the capital of the Chimu empire.
The adobe walls are full of intricate patterns occasionally depicting animals as well.
Squirrels?
Pelicans?
ChanChan was kind of cool at first, however, after strolling along through the mud hallways eventually it gets pretty damn boring. We usually shy away from guides and prefer to discover a place by ourselves, I feel ChanChan needs a guide to do it justice.
We are headed out of the mud fortress when we come across a Peruvian family who has drug its 2-year old little boy out to see the mud. Surprisingly, the boy is not at all interested in staring at brown walls for hours at a time and its throwing a straight up tantrum as his clearly annoyed parents continue to drag him through the ruins.
At one point the crying kid walks in front of me and plops down directly in front of my feet as I am walking, not thinking much of it and not wanting to punt the kid, I just step over him and keep on strolling.
Looking back... perhaps that wasn't the best move.
A few seconds later I hear loud shouting behind me, I turn around and find a red-faced 5ft tall Peruvian man holding his kid in his arms screaming his ass off at me. His overweight equally red-faced wife behind him also yelling. Surprisingly, for the first time all day, the baby is silent...
I glean from the screaming that he is mad that I walked over his kid, I apologize but the man won't let us alone. He starts cursing at me, screaming about how Americans come to their country and disrespect them. Lo Siento Senor, No queiro problemas. At this point his loud shouting had gathered quite a crowd all standing around to watch the show. I stand there a while more getting threatened by this little red-faced man until a security guard comes over and tells us our group of 4 gringos we should probably leave. As I eyeballed 20 Peruvian males all around us itching to let out some pent-up aggression, I agreed.
We all hauled ass outta ChanChan laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Hey, at least we got some excitement out of the place!
Our Canadian friends hit the road and our next set of visitors arrived, the infamous Team LifeRemotely.
We had not seen each other since Costa Rica, and had lots of catching up to do. We quickly fell back into our routine of gluttony and excessive libations.
Jared went crazy finally having access to a real full sized kitchen and cooked up all kinds of deliciousness. Kobus busted out his world-famous empanadas, while Lauren and Jessica provided moral-support from the sidelines, their enthusiasm fueled by the finest of boxed red wine ("Gato" is the finest if you were wondering...)
It was during Life Remotely's visit that we first discovered our downstairs neighbor had recently acquired a new kitten.
Unfortunately my neighbor is not home much and the very young kitten was left on the backpatio alone for most of the day and night. He spent most of his time meowing and crying for some attention. I would sling down some tunafish from the second-story window from time to time to shut him up, but inevitably he would start back up again. Eventually the cat would cry himself hoarse and start doing this weird squeaking noise. Hence we named this random cat whom we had never actually met, Squeakers.
It was a combination of being tired of listening to Squeakers whine all damn day, a lot of rum, and Jared's comment of "If you don't rescue that cat soon he is going to have permanent severe mental problems" that sprung us into action.
Unable to access the first floor patio, we had to somehow catch him from the 2nd story. We rigged up a wicker basket, some rope, and a can of tuna fish trying to create a sort of trap for the cat. Hoping he would jump into the basket and we could pull him up.
We were able to get him into the basket but he would bonzai jump out as we were trying to bring him up to the second story. Not wanting to be a part of a kitty suicide we shelved the plan. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
The next day we waved goodbye to Life Remotely and waved hello to our pals from DriveNachoDrive
Brad and Sheena were onboard instantly with the cat rescue operation. We upgraded from our crappy wicker basket to a high-sided bin and soon enough. We had him!
As luck would have it our neighbor came home just as we are stealing the cat. As Lauren and Sheena pull the cat up into our apartment. I run downstairs to explain to our confused neighbor why she sees her cat being carted away to the 2nd floor in some old plastic bin....
I don't think she really understood my horrible spanish but she got that jist that we had just stole her cat and she didn't seem to mind too much. OK?
He was one dirty and pissed off cat, the girls, of course, instantly fell in love.
We put a shine on him and he cleaned up pretty good, I usually HATE cats, but even I had to admit he was pretty damn cute.
We burned through the days playing cards, taking advantage of having an oven, and playing with the cat.
Rooftop Card Sesh. Sheena is the worlds fastest card player. Brad, antsy to throw down his last card and call Rummy.
Brad is a master Nacho chef. He loves them so much his blog is named after them. Well not really, but the man does love some nachos.
We said goodbye to Brad and Sheena and prepared for our next adventure. Lauren's friend is flying into Lima in just a few days. We will meet her there and then drive to Machu Picchu.
First leg of the trip... the 9 hour drive from Huanchaco to Lima.
We hit the road south and soon were cruising through giant sand dunes and the beautiful desolate shoreline of the Peruvian coast.
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We settled into to life at our apartment. It was nice to have some routine after being on the move for so long. We would wake up in the morning, make some coffee, and hang out on the roof of our apartment watching the waves, the sun, and life waking up in our little town of Huanchaco.
It didn't take long for word to trickle out on the streets that "Home on the Highway" had a sweet beach pad and the visitors soon started rolling in.
Our first friends who came were our Canadian buds we had recently met in Ecuador. We spent lots of time strolling the town together, drinking Trujillo beers, and sitting on the beach. Standard Hunachaco life.
We paid a visit to Trujillo's largest ruin, the infamous CHAN-CHAN... ChanChan is a massive ruin covering over 20KM of land. It is actually the largest Pre-Columbian ruin in all of South America. The main complex is surrounded by giant adobe walls and divided up into various sections inside for ceremony, farming, and everyday life. At its peak over 30,000 people lived in this city. It was the capital of the Chimu empire.
The adobe walls are full of intricate patterns occasionally depicting animals as well.
Squirrels?
Pelicans?
ChanChan was kind of cool at first, however, after strolling along through the mud hallways eventually it gets pretty damn boring. We usually shy away from guides and prefer to discover a place by ourselves, I feel ChanChan needs a guide to do it justice.
We are headed out of the mud fortress when we come across a Peruvian family who has drug its 2-year old little boy out to see the mud. Surprisingly, the boy is not at all interested in staring at brown walls for hours at a time and its throwing a straight up tantrum as his clearly annoyed parents continue to drag him through the ruins.
At one point the crying kid walks in front of me and plops down directly in front of my feet as I am walking, not thinking much of it and not wanting to punt the kid, I just step over him and keep on strolling.
Looking back... perhaps that wasn't the best move.
A few seconds later I hear loud shouting behind me, I turn around and find a red-faced 5ft tall Peruvian man holding his kid in his arms screaming his ass off at me. His overweight equally red-faced wife behind him also yelling. Surprisingly, for the first time all day, the baby is silent...
I glean from the screaming that he is mad that I walked over his kid, I apologize but the man won't let us alone. He starts cursing at me, screaming about how Americans come to their country and disrespect them. Lo Siento Senor, No queiro problemas. At this point his loud shouting had gathered quite a crowd all standing around to watch the show. I stand there a while more getting threatened by this little red-faced man until a security guard comes over and tells us our group of 4 gringos we should probably leave. As I eyeballed 20 Peruvian males all around us itching to let out some pent-up aggression, I agreed.
We all hauled ass outta ChanChan laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Hey, at least we got some excitement out of the place!
Our Canadian friends hit the road and our next set of visitors arrived, the infamous Team LifeRemotely.
We had not seen each other since Costa Rica, and had lots of catching up to do. We quickly fell back into our routine of gluttony and excessive libations.
Jared went crazy finally having access to a real full sized kitchen and cooked up all kinds of deliciousness. Kobus busted out his world-famous empanadas, while Lauren and Jessica provided moral-support from the sidelines, their enthusiasm fueled by the finest of boxed red wine ("Gato" is the finest if you were wondering...)
It was during Life Remotely's visit that we first discovered our downstairs neighbor had recently acquired a new kitten.
Unfortunately my neighbor is not home much and the very young kitten was left on the backpatio alone for most of the day and night. He spent most of his time meowing and crying for some attention. I would sling down some tunafish from the second-story window from time to time to shut him up, but inevitably he would start back up again. Eventually the cat would cry himself hoarse and start doing this weird squeaking noise. Hence we named this random cat whom we had never actually met, Squeakers.
It was a combination of being tired of listening to Squeakers whine all damn day, a lot of rum, and Jared's comment of "If you don't rescue that cat soon he is going to have permanent severe mental problems" that sprung us into action.
Unable to access the first floor patio, we had to somehow catch him from the 2nd story. We rigged up a wicker basket, some rope, and a can of tuna fish trying to create a sort of trap for the cat. Hoping he would jump into the basket and we could pull him up.
We were able to get him into the basket but he would bonzai jump out as we were trying to bring him up to the second story. Not wanting to be a part of a kitty suicide we shelved the plan. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
The next day we waved goodbye to Life Remotely and waved hello to our pals from DriveNachoDrive
Brad and Sheena were onboard instantly with the cat rescue operation. We upgraded from our crappy wicker basket to a high-sided bin and soon enough. We had him!
As luck would have it our neighbor came home just as we are stealing the cat. As Lauren and Sheena pull the cat up into our apartment. I run downstairs to explain to our confused neighbor why she sees her cat being carted away to the 2nd floor in some old plastic bin....
I don't think she really understood my horrible spanish but she got that jist that we had just stole her cat and she didn't seem to mind too much. OK?
He was one dirty and pissed off cat, the girls, of course, instantly fell in love.
We put a shine on him and he cleaned up pretty good, I usually HATE cats, but even I had to admit he was pretty damn cute.
We burned through the days playing cards, taking advantage of having an oven, and playing with the cat.
Rooftop Card Sesh. Sheena is the worlds fastest card player. Brad, antsy to throw down his last card and call Rummy.
Brad is a master Nacho chef. He loves them so much his blog is named after them. Well not really, but the man does love some nachos.
We said goodbye to Brad and Sheena and prepared for our next adventure. Lauren's friend is flying into Lima in just a few days. We will meet her there and then drive to Machu Picchu.
First leg of the trip... the 9 hour drive from Huanchaco to Lima.
We hit the road south and soon were cruising through giant sand dunes and the beautiful desolate shoreline of the Peruvian coast.
12-21-2012, 06:23 AM
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Next post is about machu picchu, getting there was 1/2 the damn battle.
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Driving through Central America is pretty cool, you can drive from one side of a country to the other in a single day or decide to stay a month or more really getting to know a place.
South America, is a bit different. Most of the countries on this continent are MASSIVE. You really need to adjust your scales when thinking of driving distances in South America vs Central America.
Sometime back in Panama we were speaking with our friend Vanessa about coming down to visit. We weren't exactly sure WHEN but we knew we would eventually make it Peru, home of Machu Picchu. The quintessential tourist destination in South America. A quasi-gameplan was set for Vanessa to fly into Lima, Peru where we would pick her up and then drive to Machu Picchu. I quickly glanced at the map online, Lima to Machu Picchu was only like 1.5 inches on the map. No big deal. A tentative date was set, plane tickets were purchased and we didn't really think about it further.
As our friends arrival date approached I finally starting looking into the logistics of this upcoming excursion. From our homebase here in Huanchaco it was a 9-hour drive to Lima. From Lima it was a nice and easy... TWENTY HOUR drive from Lima to Cusco.
Crap!
That's 2 solid days of driving on either side of the trip, effectively knocking her 7 day vacation down to a 3-day vacation.
We started scrambling for alternatives, we looked into flights from Huanchaco to Lima and Lima to Cusco. The last minute flights were going to be expensive, more than we could afford on our dwindling budget. I crafted a solution I like to call...
"THE GAUNTLET"
1. Wake up buttcrack early in Huanchaco
2. Drive 9 hours to Lima
3. Pick up Vanessa from Lima airport at 10PM
4. Drive 7 hours from Lima to Nazca throughout the night.
6. Arrive in Nazca, if the sun is not up yet, sleep for a few minutes.
7. Once there is enough light, hit the hairpinned highway up into the mountains towards Cusco, drive drive drive drive 13 hours.
8. Arrive in Cusco. Collapse into lifeless ball on ground.
Close to 30 hours of driving in a span of 48 hours. It sounded do-able, certainly not fun but I knew the 4Runner could handle it, if I could. Lauren called me crazy, she said we should just take our time. But now that "The Gauntlet" was crafted in my mind there would be no turning back. It was "Me VS The Road"
We packed up the truck and hit the road south.
We passed beautiful coastline and expansive deserts on our way to Lima.
Peru is jammed with so much history that occasionally you just randomly stumble across it. This adobe fortress rises up out of the desert on the side of the PanAmerican highway. I later learned that is it is the Fortress of Paramonga, part of the Chimu empire. We visited the Chimu capital, ChanChan, in our last post.
After a long day of driving we finally made it to Lima. Ugh. I hate driving in cities, especially Peruvian cities. Peruvian drivers are the WORST we have encountered on the trip thus far. Driving in Lima is truly a no-holds-barred grudge match. I have seen more than 1 public bus swap paint with a taxi cab while jockeying for position. Luckily we drive a big rusted/dented truck with gnarly steel bumpers on either end, add in the fact that I also drive like a madman and we have our own dog in the fight.
We posted up in Lima, caught some quick winks, and headed to the airport. The 10PM airport pickup went off without a hitch. We threw Vanessa in the back of the truck and hit the road. Lauren climbed back there as well and the ladies started chatting away about girly things.
I wasn't paying attention. I was focused. The Gauntlet has no time for chatting.
Eventually the girls talked themselves to sleep. I was alone. The 4Runner slipping through the inky black night of the Peruvian desert like a grey wolf hunting his prey. I continually pressed my face against the windshield ogling the billions of stars that blanketed the sky above us.
As the hours ticked by the lines on the road slowly blurred into a one long streak.
Sometime around 2:00AM I felt my brain start shutting down. Oh no you don't brain! I reached into the passenger seat and grabbed one of the questionable stimulants I picked up at a late-night Peruvian truckstop. I slammed the sickly sweet tincture into my gullet and felt an instant headrush and boost of energy. WOOOOOOWWEEE! TAKE THAT GAUNTLET!
Throughout the night I was teetering somewhere on the edge of F1 Racecar driving perfection and crashing the truck into a giant fiery ball. It was a healthy balance.
I snapped back to reality at a police checkpoint entering Nazca. I glanced at the clock. 4:45 AM. I glanced at the passenger seat. It was littered with Oreo cookie wrappers, various truckstop uppers, and a few empty beer cans. Luckily, the cop paid no mind to this crazy gringo driving in the middle of the night with 2 girls passed out in the back and waved me through.
I pulled over in between a bunch of other 18-wheelers parked past the checkpoint, turned off the truck, and tilted the seat back to try to catch some sleep.
Who was I kidding? I was so cracked out on truckstop go-juice there would be no sleep for me. I rolled down the window and stared at the stars for a while, watching the black sky slowly turn purple as dawn approached. It was very beautiful, I couldn't recall the last time I had been up to see daybreak.
My calming dawn moment was soon interrupted by a cacophony of big rigs roaring to life all around me. It seems we all had the same idea and had been waiting for enough sunlight to hit the wild mountain roads.
Not wanting to end up stuck behind a slow-moving convoy, I cranked the truck and hit the road once more.
We were soon winding through the low-lying front range of the Andes. As the sun came up, so did the girls. Good morning!
This part of the long drive was amazing. We rose from the dusty desert at sea-level all the way up to ~15,000Ft driving along the high altiplano of the snow-peaked Andes.
At one point we crossed through a Vicuna (A smaller member of the Llama family) wildlife zone. These little dudes were everywhere, jumping across the road, grazing the short grass of the Altiplano.
We dipped into a low valley town, dropping out of the mountains down to around 4000FT. After the town it was a long switchbacked climb back up to 15,000 ft. We passed a few roadside cemeteries, perhaps foreshadowing of things to come?
It was on this long climb up that the 4Runner showed her first signs of rebellion against this slogging I had been giving her over the past 2 days. As we climbed I kept a steady eye on the temp gauge. She slowly started rising, I pulled over, checked the oil, checked the water, everything looked fine. Back on the road, I kept climbing. The gauge slowly creeping up into the danger-zone once again. It was holding fairly steady just above 1/2, hotter than normal but nothing to crazy.
Suddenly the motor bogged, I lost power, and the entire truck shut itself off. Fearing the worst (head gasket) out I pull off to the side of the road and pop the hood. Overflow tank is going full bore, steaming and gurgling. CRAP! Did I pop the HG!? I looked at the valley town far below us, nothing more than a dusty mountain pitstop. Not much chance of any decent mechanic down there. We were still 3 hours from Cusco. If the truck couldn't get us out of here we were going to be screwed. Oh well, at least we had a nice view to break down by.
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Lauren assured Vanessa this kind of stuff is normal... and Vanessa went back to sleep. lol
After letting the truck cool off, I cross my fingers and cranked her up. She roared to life happy as a clam. Yeehaw! Not sure what that was all about... the truck displayed no other hiccups for the rest of the trip.
Snow on the mountain.
Cruising along the high Andes we encountered giant free-roaming herds of LLamas, Alpacas, and even more Vicunas. These guys were everywhere, you really had to be careful sweeping a blind curve up here.
SUP?
Cruising at 4500 meters (15,000Ft)
Highest I have ever seen this altimeter roll-over!
High altitude lagoons dotted the landscape.
The ladies take turns sitting in the front seat. The bed is comfortable for sleeping, not the best for riding 20 hours on.
River pit-stop. We enjoyed a nice gas station soup which comprised mostly of boiled chicken feet. I ate Laurens for her...
IS THIS DRIVE GOING TO LAST FOREVER!!?
We pulled into Cusco right around sun-down.
We thought our journey was finally complete. Unfortunately it took us 2-hours of driving the maze-like streets of Cusco to finally find our campground.
Campground located. I park the truck, open the door, and collapse into a ball on the ground...
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Driving through Central America is pretty cool, you can drive from one side of a country to the other in a single day or decide to stay a month or more really getting to know a place.
South America, is a bit different. Most of the countries on this continent are MASSIVE. You really need to adjust your scales when thinking of driving distances in South America vs Central America.
Sometime back in Panama we were speaking with our friend Vanessa about coming down to visit. We weren't exactly sure WHEN but we knew we would eventually make it Peru, home of Machu Picchu. The quintessential tourist destination in South America. A quasi-gameplan was set for Vanessa to fly into Lima, Peru where we would pick her up and then drive to Machu Picchu. I quickly glanced at the map online, Lima to Machu Picchu was only like 1.5 inches on the map. No big deal. A tentative date was set, plane tickets were purchased and we didn't really think about it further.
As our friends arrival date approached I finally starting looking into the logistics of this upcoming excursion. From our homebase here in Huanchaco it was a 9-hour drive to Lima. From Lima it was a nice and easy... TWENTY HOUR drive from Lima to Cusco.
Crap!
That's 2 solid days of driving on either side of the trip, effectively knocking her 7 day vacation down to a 3-day vacation.
We started scrambling for alternatives, we looked into flights from Huanchaco to Lima and Lima to Cusco. The last minute flights were going to be expensive, more than we could afford on our dwindling budget. I crafted a solution I like to call...
"THE GAUNTLET"
1. Wake up buttcrack early in Huanchaco
2. Drive 9 hours to Lima
3. Pick up Vanessa from Lima airport at 10PM
4. Drive 7 hours from Lima to Nazca throughout the night.
6. Arrive in Nazca, if the sun is not up yet, sleep for a few minutes.
7. Once there is enough light, hit the hairpinned highway up into the mountains towards Cusco, drive drive drive drive 13 hours.
8. Arrive in Cusco. Collapse into lifeless ball on ground.
Close to 30 hours of driving in a span of 48 hours. It sounded do-able, certainly not fun but I knew the 4Runner could handle it, if I could. Lauren called me crazy, she said we should just take our time. But now that "The Gauntlet" was crafted in my mind there would be no turning back. It was "Me VS The Road"
We packed up the truck and hit the road south.
We passed beautiful coastline and expansive deserts on our way to Lima.
Peru is jammed with so much history that occasionally you just randomly stumble across it. This adobe fortress rises up out of the desert on the side of the PanAmerican highway. I later learned that is it is the Fortress of Paramonga, part of the Chimu empire. We visited the Chimu capital, ChanChan, in our last post.
After a long day of driving we finally made it to Lima. Ugh. I hate driving in cities, especially Peruvian cities. Peruvian drivers are the WORST we have encountered on the trip thus far. Driving in Lima is truly a no-holds-barred grudge match. I have seen more than 1 public bus swap paint with a taxi cab while jockeying for position. Luckily we drive a big rusted/dented truck with gnarly steel bumpers on either end, add in the fact that I also drive like a madman and we have our own dog in the fight.
We posted up in Lima, caught some quick winks, and headed to the airport. The 10PM airport pickup went off without a hitch. We threw Vanessa in the back of the truck and hit the road. Lauren climbed back there as well and the ladies started chatting away about girly things.
I wasn't paying attention. I was focused. The Gauntlet has no time for chatting.
Eventually the girls talked themselves to sleep. I was alone. The 4Runner slipping through the inky black night of the Peruvian desert like a grey wolf hunting his prey. I continually pressed my face against the windshield ogling the billions of stars that blanketed the sky above us.
As the hours ticked by the lines on the road slowly blurred into a one long streak.
Sometime around 2:00AM I felt my brain start shutting down. Oh no you don't brain! I reached into the passenger seat and grabbed one of the questionable stimulants I picked up at a late-night Peruvian truckstop. I slammed the sickly sweet tincture into my gullet and felt an instant headrush and boost of energy. WOOOOOOWWEEE! TAKE THAT GAUNTLET!
Throughout the night I was teetering somewhere on the edge of F1 Racecar driving perfection and crashing the truck into a giant fiery ball. It was a healthy balance.
I snapped back to reality at a police checkpoint entering Nazca. I glanced at the clock. 4:45 AM. I glanced at the passenger seat. It was littered with Oreo cookie wrappers, various truckstop uppers, and a few empty beer cans. Luckily, the cop paid no mind to this crazy gringo driving in the middle of the night with 2 girls passed out in the back and waved me through.
I pulled over in between a bunch of other 18-wheelers parked past the checkpoint, turned off the truck, and tilted the seat back to try to catch some sleep.
Who was I kidding? I was so cracked out on truckstop go-juice there would be no sleep for me. I rolled down the window and stared at the stars for a while, watching the black sky slowly turn purple as dawn approached. It was very beautiful, I couldn't recall the last time I had been up to see daybreak.
My calming dawn moment was soon interrupted by a cacophony of big rigs roaring to life all around me. It seems we all had the same idea and had been waiting for enough sunlight to hit the wild mountain roads.
Not wanting to end up stuck behind a slow-moving convoy, I cranked the truck and hit the road once more.
We were soon winding through the low-lying front range of the Andes. As the sun came up, so did the girls. Good morning!
This part of the long drive was amazing. We rose from the dusty desert at sea-level all the way up to ~15,000Ft driving along the high altiplano of the snow-peaked Andes.
At one point we crossed through a Vicuna (A smaller member of the Llama family) wildlife zone. These little dudes were everywhere, jumping across the road, grazing the short grass of the Altiplano.
We dipped into a low valley town, dropping out of the mountains down to around 4000FT. After the town it was a long switchbacked climb back up to 15,000 ft. We passed a few roadside cemeteries, perhaps foreshadowing of things to come?
It was on this long climb up that the 4Runner showed her first signs of rebellion against this slogging I had been giving her over the past 2 days. As we climbed I kept a steady eye on the temp gauge. She slowly started rising, I pulled over, checked the oil, checked the water, everything looked fine. Back on the road, I kept climbing. The gauge slowly creeping up into the danger-zone once again. It was holding fairly steady just above 1/2, hotter than normal but nothing to crazy.
Suddenly the motor bogged, I lost power, and the entire truck shut itself off. Fearing the worst (head gasket) out I pull off to the side of the road and pop the hood. Overflow tank is going full bore, steaming and gurgling. CRAP! Did I pop the HG!? I looked at the valley town far below us, nothing more than a dusty mountain pitstop. Not much chance of any decent mechanic down there. We were still 3 hours from Cusco. If the truck couldn't get us out of here we were going to be screwed. Oh well, at least we had a nice view to break down by.
[img]https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303668_337159363043958_1181100089_n.jpg"
Lauren assured Vanessa this kind of stuff is normal... and Vanessa went back to sleep. lol
After letting the truck cool off, I cross my fingers and cranked her up. She roared to life happy as a clam. Yeehaw! Not sure what that was all about... the truck displayed no other hiccups for the rest of the trip.
Snow on the mountain.
Cruising along the high Andes we encountered giant free-roaming herds of LLamas, Alpacas, and even more Vicunas. These guys were everywhere, you really had to be careful sweeping a blind curve up here.
SUP?
Cruising at 4500 meters (15,000Ft)
Highest I have ever seen this altimeter roll-over!
High altitude lagoons dotted the landscape.
The ladies take turns sitting in the front seat. The bed is comfortable for sleeping, not the best for riding 20 hours on.
River pit-stop. We enjoyed a nice gas station soup which comprised mostly of boiled chicken feet. I ate Laurens for her...
IS THIS DRIVE GOING TO LAST FOREVER!!?
We pulled into Cusco right around sun-down.
We thought our journey was finally complete. Unfortunately it took us 2-hours of driving the maze-like streets of Cusco to finally find our campground.
Campground located. I park the truck, open the door, and collapse into a ball on the ground...
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12-21-2012, 08:59 PM
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Another great post amigos... sounds like a mui crazy idea to rocket through that beautiful country side but I understand what you mean about confusing map scales... I remember several years ago some family was over from europe and planned to take a trip to see some friends in quebec... they were looking at the map after late breakfast on the morning they were leaving on their road trip and said, "we should be there in time for late lunch".
We all laughed and said "Yeah, Lunch tomorrow... if you don't hit any traffic... you'll make Montreal [half way to their destination] by supper time today."
Moral of the story... always check the map scale before you make any plans.
We all laughed and said "Yeah, Lunch tomorrow... if you don't hit any traffic... you'll make Montreal [half way to their destination] by supper time today."
Moral of the story... always check the map scale before you make any plans.
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I cannot begin to describe how inspiring reading your story has been. Within the past 24 hours I have not slept, and only researched/planned a trip of my own. Thank-you.
01-02-2013, 06:13 AM
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We had a few days to explore Cusco before heading off towards Machu Picchu.
Machu Picchu is the #1 tourist destination in all of South America. The city of Cusco is the gateway to this destination, which by my calculations would make it the #1 Touristy city in South America. Despite the constant barrage of touts slinging everything from guided tours to 15-minute massages we found the town to still have some noble charm. Though sometimes you needed to muscle your way past a lumbering group of Llama-sweater clad gringos to get to it.
We roamed around the many large parques and admired the beautiful colonial churches and buildings.
There are a plethora of Inca and pre-Inca ruins surrounding Cusco aside from the big dog Machu Picchu. This ruin was located just a 5-minute walk from the campground. Sacsayhuaman (try saying that 5 times fast) is a sprawling walled complex which contains over 200 separate archeological sites. The walls were made up of giant meticulously carved boulders, some weighing up to 70 TONS! How the ancients carved, transported, and placed these giant stones is still a mystery to us all.
Since we were in the land of the touristas we decided to live it up. We got down on all kinds of Peruvian treats.
Here we have, the neon-yellow bubble-gum flavored Inka Kola. This drink is the #1 softdrink in all of Peru. I have yet to meet a foreigner who could stomach the stuff. I learned the the Coca-Cola company tried for years to defeat Inka Cola in a war for beverage market share in Peru. However, after 30 years of trying and not making any ground they went ahead and purchased the Inca Kola company all together. If you can't beat em... buy em!
The #1 Alcoholic beverage of Peru. Pisco Sour. Pisco is a type of liquor made from distilled grapes. It is insanely popular here in Peru. My favorite Pisco drink is a Chilcano, basically ginger-ale and Pisco. A traditional Pisco Sour is made with 1.5 shots of Pisco, egg whites, simple syrup, lime, and ice. Blend it all together, add a single drop of bitters for decoration. Drink up!
Vanessa and I got down on an Andean specialty. Alpaca meat! Alpaca is a furry cousin to the llama. Alpacas have been farmed for centuries. Their wool is used for clothing, their meat used for sustenance, and their bones used for jewelery and tools. Not a piece of the Alpaca goes to waste. Especially not when I am at the dinner table. Properly prepared Alpaca rivals the best filet mignon. It is a delicious meat which could be big in the states as long as no one ever saw the cute animal it comes from.
We strolled around the giant Cusco mercado. The market is split into two sections.. The first section contains various arts, crafts and clothing from the highlands. The second section (my favorite section) is a traditional food market along with rows and rows of sit-down eateries.
My favorite food stall was the frog soup lady. She had a bucket of live frogs and a giant pot boiling with frog broth. You pick your frog, into the soup it goes and a few minutes lady you have a bowl of fresh frog soup. Cures what ails ya!
We spent the rest of the day touring around being dopey tourists.
That night we met up with our Canadian friends (freshly decked out in the latest Llama fashions) and we got to drinking.
and drinking... and drinking some more. We ended up at a small locals bar later that night where we danced our face off till 3AM or so. Good times had by all.
Next morning we were up and packed the truck. Feeling a little groggy we stopped for some Peruvian pick-me-ups. A cup of Coca leave tea and some Coca hard candies and we were wired up ready to go.
A quick stop by the Nacional Banco de Peru to pay for our Machu Picchu ticket (~$50 per person) which is about 25x more expensive than every other ruin in Peru... and we were off!
The drive from Cusco to Ollyantantambo, where we would catch the train, was spectacular. We dropped in and out of various little pubeblos and passed at least 5 separate Inca ruins along the way.
My favorite town sign represented their hometown specialty. Cuy Al Palo AKA Spit-roasted guinea pig.
We had originally planned to drive the 4x4 route as close to Aguas Calientes (the final town before Machu Picchu) as possible, but with light dwindling and no real idea on a route, we decided to catch the train from Ollyantantambo to A.C instead. It was ~$50 per person per ticket per way!
We found a cheap lot to stash the truck and posted up while waiting for the train, the ruins of Ollyantantambo as our backdrop.
Lauren, of course, managed to make a new dog friend in our 30-minute wait.
The train was surprisingly fancy and you got a little snacky-snack to eat as you gawked out the panoramic windows engulfed by giant snow-capped mountains.
We arrived into Aguas Calientes just as the sun was setting. An unremarkable maze of a town. Machu Picchu "Made in China" knickknacks flooding out of every store front.
We found a cheap hostel, grubbed out, and hit the hay. We had to be up at 430AM to try and catch the first bus up to Machu Picchu in the morning.
Up before the dawn we rounded up some bus tickets, ~$9, and queued up. We thought we were slick getting up early, seemed like everyone else had the same idea and we were around the 300th or so in line. Eventually the buses actually started running and the line moved fairly quickly, shuffling all our sleepy butts up the mountain.
Dumped off in front of the insanely expensive Machu Picchu hotel (which I later learned was accidentally built on-top of some Inca ruins, nice going guys!) we queued up in yet another line.
Battling our way through the line we made a mad dash up towards the terraces near "The Guardhouse", one of the best viewpoints, and waited for the sun the come up.
From our terraced lawn we watched the sun slowly rise over the rift. We could see no other life but the llamas grazing sleepily on the tall grass. The crazy 30 hours of driving, the boatloads of spent cash, and the dopey tourist towns all faded away as we soaked in the moment. This is what we have been working for...
We took some time just sitting there enjoying the early morning then started touring the ruins.
/START
DELUGE OF MACHU PICCHU PICS!
Lauren making Llama buds
or at least trying not to get kicked in the face!
More ruins!
TINA, EAT YOUR FOOD!
Inca Bridge. Wooden bridge spans ancient path, the Incas would pull up the bridge when they did not want intruders to pass. Pretty slick.
Final Thoughts.
Machu Picchu, as you can see, is an epic sight. There is no argument there. That being said the entire process surrounding getting to this ruin is a damn racket from end-to-end. Everything is incredibly overpriced and a true testament to foreigner price-gouging.
So should you still go see it?
Hell yes.
http://homeonthehighway.com
if you want more pics of my gf, please add us at
http://facebook.com/homeonthehighway
We had a few days to explore Cusco before heading off towards Machu Picchu.
Machu Picchu is the #1 tourist destination in all of South America. The city of Cusco is the gateway to this destination, which by my calculations would make it the #1 Touristy city in South America. Despite the constant barrage of touts slinging everything from guided tours to 15-minute massages we found the town to still have some noble charm. Though sometimes you needed to muscle your way past a lumbering group of Llama-sweater clad gringos to get to it.
We roamed around the many large parques and admired the beautiful colonial churches and buildings.
There are a plethora of Inca and pre-Inca ruins surrounding Cusco aside from the big dog Machu Picchu. This ruin was located just a 5-minute walk from the campground. Sacsayhuaman (try saying that 5 times fast) is a sprawling walled complex which contains over 200 separate archeological sites. The walls were made up of giant meticulously carved boulders, some weighing up to 70 TONS! How the ancients carved, transported, and placed these giant stones is still a mystery to us all.
Since we were in the land of the touristas we decided to live it up. We got down on all kinds of Peruvian treats.
Here we have, the neon-yellow bubble-gum flavored Inka Kola. This drink is the #1 softdrink in all of Peru. I have yet to meet a foreigner who could stomach the stuff. I learned the the Coca-Cola company tried for years to defeat Inka Cola in a war for beverage market share in Peru. However, after 30 years of trying and not making any ground they went ahead and purchased the Inca Kola company all together. If you can't beat em... buy em!
The #1 Alcoholic beverage of Peru. Pisco Sour. Pisco is a type of liquor made from distilled grapes. It is insanely popular here in Peru. My favorite Pisco drink is a Chilcano, basically ginger-ale and Pisco. A traditional Pisco Sour is made with 1.5 shots of Pisco, egg whites, simple syrup, lime, and ice. Blend it all together, add a single drop of bitters for decoration. Drink up!
Vanessa and I got down on an Andean specialty. Alpaca meat! Alpaca is a furry cousin to the llama. Alpacas have been farmed for centuries. Their wool is used for clothing, their meat used for sustenance, and their bones used for jewelery and tools. Not a piece of the Alpaca goes to waste. Especially not when I am at the dinner table. Properly prepared Alpaca rivals the best filet mignon. It is a delicious meat which could be big in the states as long as no one ever saw the cute animal it comes from.
We strolled around the giant Cusco mercado. The market is split into two sections.. The first section contains various arts, crafts and clothing from the highlands. The second section (my favorite section) is a traditional food market along with rows and rows of sit-down eateries.
My favorite food stall was the frog soup lady. She had a bucket of live frogs and a giant pot boiling with frog broth. You pick your frog, into the soup it goes and a few minutes lady you have a bowl of fresh frog soup. Cures what ails ya!
We spent the rest of the day touring around being dopey tourists.
That night we met up with our Canadian friends (freshly decked out in the latest Llama fashions) and we got to drinking.
and drinking... and drinking some more. We ended up at a small locals bar later that night where we danced our face off till 3AM or so. Good times had by all.
Next morning we were up and packed the truck. Feeling a little groggy we stopped for some Peruvian pick-me-ups. A cup of Coca leave tea and some Coca hard candies and we were wired up ready to go.
A quick stop by the Nacional Banco de Peru to pay for our Machu Picchu ticket (~$50 per person) which is about 25x more expensive than every other ruin in Peru... and we were off!
The drive from Cusco to Ollyantantambo, where we would catch the train, was spectacular. We dropped in and out of various little pubeblos and passed at least 5 separate Inca ruins along the way.
My favorite town sign represented their hometown specialty. Cuy Al Palo AKA Spit-roasted guinea pig.
We had originally planned to drive the 4x4 route as close to Aguas Calientes (the final town before Machu Picchu) as possible, but with light dwindling and no real idea on a route, we decided to catch the train from Ollyantantambo to A.C instead. It was ~$50 per person per ticket per way!
We found a cheap lot to stash the truck and posted up while waiting for the train, the ruins of Ollyantantambo as our backdrop.
Lauren, of course, managed to make a new dog friend in our 30-minute wait.
The train was surprisingly fancy and you got a little snacky-snack to eat as you gawked out the panoramic windows engulfed by giant snow-capped mountains.
We arrived into Aguas Calientes just as the sun was setting. An unremarkable maze of a town. Machu Picchu "Made in China" knickknacks flooding out of every store front.
We found a cheap hostel, grubbed out, and hit the hay. We had to be up at 430AM to try and catch the first bus up to Machu Picchu in the morning.
Up before the dawn we rounded up some bus tickets, ~$9, and queued up. We thought we were slick getting up early, seemed like everyone else had the same idea and we were around the 300th or so in line. Eventually the buses actually started running and the line moved fairly quickly, shuffling all our sleepy butts up the mountain.
Dumped off in front of the insanely expensive Machu Picchu hotel (which I later learned was accidentally built on-top of some Inca ruins, nice going guys!) we queued up in yet another line.
Battling our way through the line we made a mad dash up towards the terraces near "The Guardhouse", one of the best viewpoints, and waited for the sun the come up.
From our terraced lawn we watched the sun slowly rise over the rift. We could see no other life but the llamas grazing sleepily on the tall grass. The crazy 30 hours of driving, the boatloads of spent cash, and the dopey tourist towns all faded away as we soaked in the moment. This is what we have been working for...
We took some time just sitting there enjoying the early morning then started touring the ruins.
/START
DELUGE OF MACHU PICCHU PICS!
Lauren making Llama buds
or at least trying not to get kicked in the face!
More ruins!
TINA, EAT YOUR FOOD!
Inca Bridge. Wooden bridge spans ancient path, the Incas would pull up the bridge when they did not want intruders to pass. Pretty slick.
Final Thoughts.
Machu Picchu, as you can see, is an epic sight. There is no argument there. That being said the entire process surrounding getting to this ruin is a damn racket from end-to-end. Everything is incredibly overpriced and a true testament to foreigner price-gouging.
So should you still go see it?
Hell yes.
01-02-2013, 06:21 AM
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Another great post amigos... sounds like a mui crazy idea to rocket through that beautiful country side but I understand what you mean about confusing map scales... I remember several years ago some family was over from europe and planned to take a trip to see some friends in quebec... they were looking at the map after late breakfast on the morning they were leaving on their road trip and said, "we should be there in time for late lunch".
We all laughed and said "Yeah, Lunch tomorrow... if you don't hit any traffic... you'll make Montreal [half way to their destination] by supper time today."
Moral of the story... always check the map scale before you make any plans.
We all laughed and said "Yeah, Lunch tomorrow... if you don't hit any traffic... you'll make Montreal [half way to their destination] by supper time today."
Moral of the story... always check the map scale before you make any plans.
01-02-2013, 06:21 AM
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http://homeonthehighway.com/
you should follow their blog too! they update it a little sooner, and there's always more pictures.
I check their site daily anxious for updates. Since finding their thread a month and a half ago, I've frantically started researching and planning my trip. Me and Three others are heading out early 2014.
you should follow their blog too! they update it a little sooner, and there's always more pictures.
I check their site daily anxious for updates. Since finding their thread a month and a half ago, I've frantically started researching and planning my trip. Me and Three others are heading out early 2014.
01-27-2013, 04:04 AM
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When we originally started out on the trip we had plan for it to take around 1-year to get down to Ushuaia. We had a quasi-budget and timeline that seemed reasonable.
Somewhere around Month #9 and the country of Peru we realized that our budget was way off. We really should have alotted more like 30-40% of our budget to booze and box wine instead of 15%... and given ourselves at least 1.5 years if not more for this trip.
Damn you Clos!! You know we cant resist.
We were faced with the fact that we could either...
A. Haul ass straight to Ushuaia, see nothing, and basically be broke at the end of the trip.
B. Try to hunker down and figure out a way to make money in Peru to keep the trip going.
We figured worse case scenario we had enough cash to float us for 2 months in Huanchaco and then we could stash the truck, fly home, work for a bit and fly back.
We REALLY did not want to go back the U.S.A. yet. The thought of dickhead bosses, daily commutes, and Applebees sampler platters are enough to turn my stomach. We got started searching for work.
We made some friends in Huanchacho who told us there was plenty of work teaching english classes to locals. We looked into it and to do it legally, you were required to sign up for a fairly large time commitment and the pay was less than stellar (around $7/hour after taxes). No thanks.
Back in the states I worked as an IT Consultant, 95% of my job was done remotely. I figured it would be easy to call up some old contacts and find some temporary work. Well... most of my friends had moved on to new gigs where they didn't pull much weight or their bosses wanted me to be available for onsite calls as well. Kind of hard to do from Peru.
Desperate, I picked up some shady craiglist gig doing Midnight shift end-user remote support for some Motel internet support company. The calls were from the deepest levels of hell (You can imagine the type of person calling you up from the Big 8 Motel at 3AM trying to get porntube.com working...) and at only $8/hr. I lasted about a week.
Talking with a buddy of mine (What up B-rats!!) about the situation he told me about a remote IT support gig his friends were doing. He said they were making decent money and it was 100% remote. It sounded to good to be true but I signed up anyway and went through an interview process. About 2 weeks later I started taking calls. With this job you were able to work as much or as little as you want, no set schedules, no bosses. Straight 1099 Contractor pay. It was absolutely perfect for us. Lauren found another online job that was bringing in cash as well. We were sitting pretty!
I would work from about 9AM to around 10PM at night, 6 days a week. The calls were horribly mind-numbing but the pay was great and I was able to do it in my underwear sittin' on the roof of our apartment looking out over the beaches of Peru. I could not complain at all.
View from my office, Ignore the 3rd world ghetto TV antennas and you can see the Pacific!
After the first month I received a legit paycheck deposited into our Paypal account. It was enough to keep us on the road for at least another 2 months.
SUCCESS!
We had figured it out. In the face of adversity and a dwindling bank account we made it work financially here in Peru and along the way we discovered how to technically extend our travels indefinitely.
Elated, We buckled the hell down and grinded out 3 months of solid work in Huanchaco.
It wasn't all work and no play though. Laurens sister, Carly, flew into Lima, caught a bus to Huanchaco and hung with us for 2 weeks. We partied it up in our hometown of Huanchaco and toured tons of Peru with her.
Carlys back!
She was a hit with all of our Peruvian friends of course.
With Carly around we all of the sudden became the most popular people in Huanchaco. Dinner invitations and parties every night!
During one drunken night we were talking about going sandboarding. Our best buddy in Huanchaco, Pinky, knew some folks who rented boards, and also knew a spot that we could 4x4 too and sandboard for free. This sounded like a lot more fun than paying for some dopey gringo tour. The next morning, hungover as hell, we loaded up the boards and bounced across the deserts of Peru to some towering sand dunes.
Trekking through some farms to get to the dunes.
The one downside to doing this the locals way is you gotta hike your butt up to the top of the dune. Hard work indeed!
Pinky gave us a few quick lessons and away we went! Sort of...
The girls were much better than I.
But I make this stuff look good!
After 2 hikes up the dune we were spent. While I originally thought sandboarding was going to be kind of lame, it was actually a load of fun. It was way easier than snowboarding and a lot less painful when you wipe out. Plus you can do it in a bathing suit rather than 100Lbs of cold weather gear. Highly recommended.
After a few days of fun in the Huanchaco sun we loaded up the 4Runner and hit the road, headed to the Andes.
Sorry Carly, only 2 seats in the 4Runner. We convert it into a Cama-bus for passengers.
Adios beaches. Hello mountains!
We cut up from the coast and soon entered into the famed "Canyon del Pato" (Canyon of the Duck). Canyon Del Pato runs between two gigantic Peruvian mountain ranges, the Cordillera Blanca and the Cordillera Negra (The latter being the second highest mountain range in the world, only defeated by the mighty Himalayas). The route is a dirt road originally built to mine the mountains out here. It has over 35+ tunnels hand-carved straight out of the face of the mountain with the raging Rio Santa always at your side. It is an amazing trek and a must-do for any overlanders.
More pics and the rest of the story on the blog at
http://homeonthehighway.com/carly-co...-laguna-paron/
Somewhere around Month #9 and the country of Peru we realized that our budget was way off. We really should have alotted more like 30-40% of our budget to booze and box wine instead of 15%... and given ourselves at least 1.5 years if not more for this trip.
Damn you Clos!! You know we cant resist.
We were faced with the fact that we could either...
A. Haul ass straight to Ushuaia, see nothing, and basically be broke at the end of the trip.
B. Try to hunker down and figure out a way to make money in Peru to keep the trip going.
We figured worse case scenario we had enough cash to float us for 2 months in Huanchaco and then we could stash the truck, fly home, work for a bit and fly back.
We REALLY did not want to go back the U.S.A. yet. The thought of dickhead bosses, daily commutes, and Applebees sampler platters are enough to turn my stomach. We got started searching for work.
We made some friends in Huanchacho who told us there was plenty of work teaching english classes to locals. We looked into it and to do it legally, you were required to sign up for a fairly large time commitment and the pay was less than stellar (around $7/hour after taxes). No thanks.
Back in the states I worked as an IT Consultant, 95% of my job was done remotely. I figured it would be easy to call up some old contacts and find some temporary work. Well... most of my friends had moved on to new gigs where they didn't pull much weight or their bosses wanted me to be available for onsite calls as well. Kind of hard to do from Peru.
Desperate, I picked up some shady craiglist gig doing Midnight shift end-user remote support for some Motel internet support company. The calls were from the deepest levels of hell (You can imagine the type of person calling you up from the Big 8 Motel at 3AM trying to get porntube.com working...) and at only $8/hr. I lasted about a week.
Talking with a buddy of mine (What up B-rats!!) about the situation he told me about a remote IT support gig his friends were doing. He said they were making decent money and it was 100% remote. It sounded to good to be true but I signed up anyway and went through an interview process. About 2 weeks later I started taking calls. With this job you were able to work as much or as little as you want, no set schedules, no bosses. Straight 1099 Contractor pay. It was absolutely perfect for us. Lauren found another online job that was bringing in cash as well. We were sitting pretty!
I would work from about 9AM to around 10PM at night, 6 days a week. The calls were horribly mind-numbing but the pay was great and I was able to do it in my underwear sittin' on the roof of our apartment looking out over the beaches of Peru. I could not complain at all.
View from my office, Ignore the 3rd world ghetto TV antennas and you can see the Pacific!
After the first month I received a legit paycheck deposited into our Paypal account. It was enough to keep us on the road for at least another 2 months.
SUCCESS!
We had figured it out. In the face of adversity and a dwindling bank account we made it work financially here in Peru and along the way we discovered how to technically extend our travels indefinitely.
Elated, We buckled the hell down and grinded out 3 months of solid work in Huanchaco.
It wasn't all work and no play though. Laurens sister, Carly, flew into Lima, caught a bus to Huanchaco and hung with us for 2 weeks. We partied it up in our hometown of Huanchaco and toured tons of Peru with her.
Carlys back!
She was a hit with all of our Peruvian friends of course.
With Carly around we all of the sudden became the most popular people in Huanchaco. Dinner invitations and parties every night!
During one drunken night we were talking about going sandboarding. Our best buddy in Huanchaco, Pinky, knew some folks who rented boards, and also knew a spot that we could 4x4 too and sandboard for free. This sounded like a lot more fun than paying for some dopey gringo tour. The next morning, hungover as hell, we loaded up the boards and bounced across the deserts of Peru to some towering sand dunes.
Trekking through some farms to get to the dunes.
The one downside to doing this the locals way is you gotta hike your butt up to the top of the dune. Hard work indeed!
Pinky gave us a few quick lessons and away we went! Sort of...
The girls were much better than I.
But I make this stuff look good!
After 2 hikes up the dune we were spent. While I originally thought sandboarding was going to be kind of lame, it was actually a load of fun. It was way easier than snowboarding and a lot less painful when you wipe out. Plus you can do it in a bathing suit rather than 100Lbs of cold weather gear. Highly recommended.
After a few days of fun in the Huanchaco sun we loaded up the 4Runner and hit the road, headed to the Andes.
Sorry Carly, only 2 seats in the 4Runner. We convert it into a Cama-bus for passengers.
Adios beaches. Hello mountains!
We cut up from the coast and soon entered into the famed "Canyon del Pato" (Canyon of the Duck). Canyon Del Pato runs between two gigantic Peruvian mountain ranges, the Cordillera Blanca and the Cordillera Negra (The latter being the second highest mountain range in the world, only defeated by the mighty Himalayas). The route is a dirt road originally built to mine the mountains out here. It has over 35+ tunnels hand-carved straight out of the face of the mountain with the raging Rio Santa always at your side. It is an amazing trek and a must-do for any overlanders.
More pics and the rest of the story on the blog at
http://homeonthehighway.com/carly-co...-laguna-paron/
01-27-2013, 04:14 AM
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We cruised down the bumpy road heading towards the town of Yungay.
Along the way we stopped to have some lunch. They had a full menu of Andes treats. Guinea Pigs, Stream trout, pork, and hen.
They also had Alpaca on the menu but after seeing these cute dudes roaming around in the backyard of the place. I just couldn't pull the trigger.
Plenty of Canchas (Kind of a Peruvian popcorn) and Coca tea were consumed though. It really does help with the altitude sickness at these heights.
We ate up and headed down the road to the town of Yungay.
Yungay while seemingly a thriving town today, has a very sad history. It was here in Yungay that 25,000 people lost their lives during the great earthquake of 1970. The quake dislodged 1/4 of the mountain top sending 50 million cubic meters of debris flying down the hillside at speeds over 400 KMH. The entire town was buried alive before they even knew what hit them. Only the tops of a few tall palms remained after the landslide.
We followed a small dirt road up above the new town headed towards <a href="http://www.llanganucolodge.com/[/img]Llaganuco Lodge</a>. Passing more rural life along the way.
Sheep pelts drying in the sun... and a satellite dish of course. You don't want to miss the latest "YO SOY!". The Peruvian version of American Idol. Which, if you can imagine, is somehow even worse than that drivel they put on in the states.
We arrive at the LLaganuco Lodge... after getting lost for about an hour. Hey Charlie, invest in a sign will ya!?
We posted up camp and explored the beautiful grounds. Charlie really has an amazing slice of land wayyyy off the grid up here in the highlands just below the Lagunas Llaganuco.
Who needs a newspaper with views like these?
We hung out with Charlies' 2 Rodesian Ridgebacks. They do a good job of keeping the property safe.
Next morning we headed up the trail on foot to the lagunas, located about an hour walk from the lodge.
At the lake info center they had a creepy display of some native animals. Including this horribly stuffed mountain derp lion.
Luckily the lake itself more than made up for the derp lion.
The steep gorge walls plunged directly into the azure glacial waters. Quite a sight.
After exploring the lake a bit we took a small footpath through a forest of Queñoa trees. They are more popularly known as Polyepis trees and are native to the Andes mountains. Their flaky red bark and twisting shapes reminded me of the Manzanita trees back home in the Sierra mountains.
More pics and rest of the story on the blog at
http://homeonthehighway.com/carly-co...n-ruins-y-mas/
Along the way we stopped to have some lunch. They had a full menu of Andes treats. Guinea Pigs, Stream trout, pork, and hen.
They also had Alpaca on the menu but after seeing these cute dudes roaming around in the backyard of the place. I just couldn't pull the trigger.
Plenty of Canchas (Kind of a Peruvian popcorn) and Coca tea were consumed though. It really does help with the altitude sickness at these heights.
We ate up and headed down the road to the town of Yungay.
Yungay while seemingly a thriving town today, has a very sad history. It was here in Yungay that 25,000 people lost their lives during the great earthquake of 1970. The quake dislodged 1/4 of the mountain top sending 50 million cubic meters of debris flying down the hillside at speeds over 400 KMH. The entire town was buried alive before they even knew what hit them. Only the tops of a few tall palms remained after the landslide.
We followed a small dirt road up above the new town headed towards <a href="http://www.llanganucolodge.com/[/img]Llaganuco Lodge</a>. Passing more rural life along the way.
Sheep pelts drying in the sun... and a satellite dish of course. You don't want to miss the latest "YO SOY!". The Peruvian version of American Idol. Which, if you can imagine, is somehow even worse than that drivel they put on in the states.
We arrive at the LLaganuco Lodge... after getting lost for about an hour. Hey Charlie, invest in a sign will ya!?
We posted up camp and explored the beautiful grounds. Charlie really has an amazing slice of land wayyyy off the grid up here in the highlands just below the Lagunas Llaganuco.
Who needs a newspaper with views like these?
We hung out with Charlies' 2 Rodesian Ridgebacks. They do a good job of keeping the property safe.
Next morning we headed up the trail on foot to the lagunas, located about an hour walk from the lodge.
At the lake info center they had a creepy display of some native animals. Including this horribly stuffed mountain derp lion.
Luckily the lake itself more than made up for the derp lion.
The steep gorge walls plunged directly into the azure glacial waters. Quite a sight.
After exploring the lake a bit we took a small footpath through a forest of Queñoa trees. They are more popularly known as Polyepis trees and are native to the Andes mountains. Their flaky red bark and twisting shapes reminded me of the Manzanita trees back home in the Sierra mountains.
More pics and rest of the story on the blog at
http://homeonthehighway.com/carly-co...n-ruins-y-mas/
01-27-2013, 05:25 AM
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Amazing pics... glad you were able to make some more money and stay down there, people should be able to donate a dollar to your PayPal for more "Clos" so you can stay on the road and continue this epic trip.
