Globicyclette in Peru |
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The complete translation, at long
last
PART 1
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Hello again voyager friends!
The time has come to exchange our cheiches for an Alpaca
bonnet, snow in place of sand, and pan flutes to replace the
chants of the muezzin. Peru is a legendary country: the Andes
mountain range, Quechuas, Nazca, Machu-Picchu, condors, lake
Titicaca, Incas, .., words that seemed to be reserved for
television documentaries. But no, here we are, and we are
going to take you for a guided tour. Moreover, virtually we
are not alone; the whole of Amanda's "terminal S" class has
given us a "push"! It's going to be cramped in our little
tent!
So where do we start? Well, with an 11-hour flight!
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13-16th October: Exploring
Lima.
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We land in Peru, tired and suffering
from jet-lag. It is late, so we decide to sleep in the airport,
it will be easier to think tomorrow. We start to unroll our
sleeping bags in a corner, when two hostesses appear. Aie, aie,
aie, we are going to get thrown out! But not at all! "It's
noisy here, come with us and we will show you a place where you
can sleep in peace". They even ask us to forgive them because
the delightful little spot is not very comfortable! Our trip in
Peru starts well!
After a long and beneficial
sleep, our thoughts are indeed much clearer. We set up our
plans whilst sipping a delicious glass of fresh fruit juice
(strawberry-papaya, Peruvian gastronomy also starts out well).
First we must find an Internet connection in the Airport and
try to contact Norma. Norma is a Peruvian girl who we have not
yet met, but who contacted Olivier via the web site "Hi5", and
who knows we are coming to Peru. Perhaps she can offer us
accommodation for a night? There is an email waiting in the
Inbox "Ring me as soon as you land!" We dial the number, and 15
minutes later the virtual Norma is with us, in the flesh! What
efficiency!
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She gives us a warm hug and
welcomes us to Peru. She is a little (young) woman,
energetic, with sparkling eyes and full of smiles. She
explains that her parents live close to the airport, and
that we can stay with them whilst we are in Lima. Great!
However she refuses to let us mount our bikes in the
ill-famed roads around the airport.
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We wave down two taxis, and load
all our material. Ten minutes later we are at her parents house
(Norma insists on paying for the taxis!!) We discover a lovely
family, comprised of her parents, her two sisters, a brother
and a nephew. It's Sunday and part of the family is reunited
under the roof of the parents (the rest of the immense family
lives outside Lima).
We are the heroes of the gathering: our hosts see to our bikes
and luggage, sit us down, feed us, and ask us hundreds of
questions! We are happy to find ourselves in such good company,
and we tell the story of our trip in a strange gibberish of
French-English-Spanish that Norma translates for her parents.
Fortunately she speaks some English. Her mother, older, but
just as dynamic, gives us a room to ourselves, and apologises
for the simplicity of the accommodation! She doesn't realise
that after the African huts, she is offering us real luxury! We
try to thank her, but here it is not necessary, hospitability
is natural. The following days, Norma takes us round the town,
and she is an excellent guide.
To begin with, we are astounded
by the traffic in the capital. The major part of the
traffic is big buses, taxis, and also minibuses that
compete to be the first to stop in front of a client. All
this traffic is accompanied by constant horn blowing,
because the Peruvians honk at, and for, everything: to
overtake, to attract customers, because the traffic lights
have turned green, because they have turned red, because
the traffic is blocked, or just because their neighbour has
blown his horn! The minibuses honk whilst they zigzag like
rockets between the slower goods vehicles. Here, there are
no bus stops and no timetables.
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The minibuses have a number that
indicates their destination (in a secret code that only the
local can decipher?), and which seems to be different to that
written across the windscreen. You can stop a minibus almost
anywhere, even if there are places where they all seem to stop,
but with no signs. An absolute hell for the uninitiated, but
Norma is quite at home, and we follow her from minibus to
minibus, while the driver hurls his destination through the
open window to recruit new clients.
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We discover Lima under a
covered grey sky that seems to be a permanent feature of
the town: pollution or simple coastal clouds? We don't
know, but nevertheless, even under the greyness, Lima is a
luminous colourful town, with buildings painted in bright
or pastel colours: blue, yellow, orange, violet. The whole
town is coloured!
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Between the houses are numerous
churches with richly decorated interiors. They remind us of the
churches we saw in Spain; logical! Norma is interested in
architecture and feeds us an avalanche of information about the
places that we visit. For example, a church of which one and
only one element has survived two earthquakes: a wall holding a
painting of Christ on the crucifix. This painting, the
"Señor de los Milagros" is now venerated by the
Peruvians and celebrated by an annual procession where it is
paraded triumphantly in the streets. Many statues of the
Christ, virgins, or various saints are paraded and are richly
dressed in real clothes. Each saint has a speciality: you must
be careful to choose the right saint when you pray for a
favour! Alongside each saint, a series of silver and gold
hearts are offerings that testify to the miraculous
effectiveness of these prayers!
Norma also shows us how she earns
her living. She embroiders tablecloths and sheets by hand. The
results is delicate and of high quality, but she explains that
now in Peru people prefer to buy merchandise made in factories,
where the result is perfect, and which cost more than
handcrafted articles (contrary to the situation in France). We
suggest that she should try to sell her production by internet,
but in Peru half the parcels never reach their destination.
What a pity!
Before we leave, she and her sister Monica, a nurse like
Olivier, give us two small presents as souvenirs: a "Bresilian"
bracelet for Olivier, and a wool lanyard decorated with
multicoloured pompoms for Amanda, that we immediately wrap onto
Heidi's handlebars.
After spending a day and a half
discovering Lima and Peruvian gastronomy, it is time for us to
leave the pollution of the capital and head towards the pure
air of the Andes Mountains.
However for our first encounter with this magnificent range, we
will take it easy: we take a bus to convey us up to 4000m and
then we will come back down on our bikes. This way we will have
time to adapt ourselves to the altitude before attacking other
passes of the Andes using our own force.
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16 - 21st October: In the White
Andes Mountains.
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The bus drops us at nightfall in the
centre of the highest village in the White Andes (the northern
part of the Peruvian Andes Range). We are at 3950 m altitude,
and we can feel it, the air is crisp, and light! The simple act
of unloading our luggage and bikes from the bus makes us
breathless, and makes our heads spin: we are already suffering
from the "soroche", mountain sickness.
We have a cure for the headaches that it will cause: "coca"!
But don't misunderstand us, there is absolutely no question of
drugging ourselves with cocaine. Coca leaves, drunk as herbal
tea (or coca "maté") has absolutely nothing to do with
drugs, but it relieves the symptoms caused by the altitude, and
it works well
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After a cool night ( and even
some snow), we set off for our first push on pedals at 4000
m altitude. Fortunately, it is downhill! We are out of
breath after only a few kilometres... the atmospheric
pressure is much lower, and there is 30% less oxygen than
at sea level!
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However we quickly forget our
fatigue with the exaltation of being in the Andes! We can
hardly believe our eyes. The sight is as magnificent as we
hoped. A stormy sky illuminated the summits in shades of gold
and green, and an immense and majestic valley unfolds before
us: youhou!
The valley narrows as we advance, and the scenery becomes more
mountainous... but also more difficult to find a spot for our
bivouac. Hmm we have almost forgotten what it means to find a
bivouac: in Africa the desert is flat and the shade of the
first tree in sight was sufficient. Nevertheless, we find a
quiet spot, out of sight, since we don't want to tempt a
possible thief.
Our little spot is not as out of
sight as we imagined; We are quickly spotted by a little old
lady in traditional skirts. She appears in front of our tent as
we start to cook our pasta, and seems charmed by our
installation and bike: "Que hermoso! Que lindo!" she exclaims:
how nice, how beautiful (really?). And she starts a fast
monologue in a little voice as small as herself. Amanda tries
to catch bits of phrases, and starts a sort of conversation
with this lovely old lady. She is called Viviane, and she lives
up there, in the house overlooking the road (ah, so that is how
she spotted us!). She is sorry that we have already installed
our camp, she would have liked to invite us to her house (hmm,
and how would we have managed to take our bikes up there?).
However she wishes us welcome, and trots off as fast as she
came. What a charming little visit!
The following morning, we continue
pedalling down the valley, alongside the river Rio Santa, which
we will follow during the coming weeks, almost to the sea.
Today the rain has ceased, and we enjoy the pleasure of
pedalling in the sun without suffering from the heat. It makes
a change from Africa!. We arrive at the next little town,
Huarez, around midday, and whom should we meet? Viviane of
course! With our strange bikes and our "gringo" outfits, we
don't go unnoticed.
Vivian seems delighted to have found us again, and takes us
immediately to her children's house, which is also a
mini-bar/"chevichery". In front of a bottle of "Inca Cola" (the
Peruvian "coca-cola", bright yellow and made from local herbs),
we make friends with her sons and daughters, who are also
musicians and/or singers.
And suddenly, in the blink of an
eye, we are treated to an improvised concert!. One of her
sons plucks his guitar, another drums on the table, and a
daughter starts to sing. Even Viviane gives us a song: what
an atmosphere! In the middle of all that a dish of
"cheviches" suddenly appears, cooked by the only one of
Viviane's daughters who does not sing, but who cooks.
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We laugh, we sing, and we try to
explain our round the world trip in our very poor Spanish. We
don't really want to leave, and they also want us to stay "you
are invited, sleep here tonight!". The second son opens the
door of his bedroom: "You can sleep here, I will sleep in the
next room". It is not possible to refuse such an offer, and we
unload our luggage. We go to explore round the town on our
bikes, alleviated of bags and trailer.
The first necessity is to mend
Heidi's bike prop, which got broken during the flight from
Casablanca to Madrid. We find a bike shop, and in the time it
takes for a shower to pass over, they make a new prop, even
better and stronger than the original. Phileas is almost
jealous!
After a visit to a
cyber-café, we visit the town, and gather information in
possible treks in the district. The pretty town is bubbling
with excitation: this evening is the town's fiesta, with the
procession of the "Señior de los Milagros" (see Lima's
church, above). We see a procession of locals, all dressed in
violet, and carrying a copy of the venerated painting
We find a nice little tourist
office, who advises us to go on "THE" trek of the White Andes,
the "Santa-Cruz Trek". However, it starts from a town called
Yungay, further north. So Yungay will be our next
destination.
We spend an excellent evening in the company of Viviane's
family, and then bed. Amanda is starting to suffer from heavy
sinusitis, probably a result of the cold rain of the previous
night. Viviane's daughter is surprised to find Amanda in front
of the house, in the dark, inhaling over a bowl of boiling
water, with a cheich over her head. These curious frenchies do
have strange habits!
The following day, we pedal from sun
to showers. The weather seems to follow a daily routine: sun
from 8 to 11 a.m., growing clouds from 11 a.m. to 14 p.m., and
starting from 14-15 p.m., rain, rain, rain. We put on our
Gore-Tex, and we continue pedalling. On the way we buy lots of
delicious fruit, to make up for the lack of fruit in Africa.
However Amanda is struggling, her sinusitis has not improved
yet, and even if the valley descends on the average, the road
continuously goes up and down. The going is hard. Nevertheless,
we star to acclimatise to the altitude: red blood cells,
multiply yourselves! Towards the end of the afternoon, we are
close to Yungay..., or at least the new town of Yungay.
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In 1970, an earthquake let loose
thousands of tons of alluviums, which ran down the slopes
of the mountain and entirely covered to town of Yungay,
situated at the end of the valley. The town was completely
buried, including its 20.000 inhabitants. Today the town
has been completely rebuilt, a few kilometres from the old
town, which has been transformed into a gigantic memorial
with flowered gardens.
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It is beautiful and quiet, but at
the position of the old "Place d'Armes", the tips of the
original palm trees protrude from the ground (of which one is
still alive) as does the crumbling spire of the cathedral.
Thanks to the kindness of the wardens, we are allowed to visit
the site at sunset, and even bivouac on the well-kept
lawn.
The following day we want to go
higher into the mountains: the lady at the tourist office says
the two lakes above Yungay are marvels, and we want to see for
ourselves. However because of the state of Amanda, and also the
state of the trail, plus the 1000m climb, we make the wise
decision to go up by taxi and come back by bike. So after some
shopping in the picturesque market, and drinking a couple of
fresh papaya -orange-banana fruit juices, we set off to the
mountains. Well, to the mountains above the mountains on which
we stand. In the blue sky above us, we can see the snow-covered
summit of mount Huascaran, one of the highest peaks in the
cordillera.
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After 45 minutes of zigzaging up
a narrow valley, we reach the first lake, apparently the
"female" lake, which offers us a magnificent panorama with
vertical black cliffs reflected in the turquoise water.
The second lake is less spectacular (normal, its the "male"
lake!), but still very beautiful and also more
peaceful.
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We reach the lake after several
kilometres of hard pedalling on the bikes that leave Amanda and
her sinusitis completely extenuated. However, the site is worth
the effort, and we discover a pretty little site just waiting
for us to set up our bivouac.
The net day, our bikes bounce and
bound down the 1000m descent to Yungay. Hurrah for the shock
absorbers of our bents that withstand even the worst
trails.
We arrive back in Yungay, only to leave again, but this time on
foot for a four-day hike along the "Santa Cruz" trail amongst
the peaks of the Cordillera.
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22 - 25th October: On the "Santa
Cruz Trail".
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We discover a charming little hotel
in Yugay, where for a very moderate charge, the kind
Señora Gamboa, agrees to look after Phileas and Heidi
for us, in our absence. We hire a couple of rucksacks, and we
are now transformed into mountain hikers. We set off for 4 days
on foot in the Peruvian montains, or the "Sierra", as they say
here. In the minibus that takes us high up to the start of the
trail, we meet another group of hikers. But they hike with a
guide and mules, for the "modest" sum of 130 dollars per head!
Well, rather than pay that price, we prefer to carry our own
rucksacks!
So here we are walking in the
mountains. The abundant rainfall makes the vegetation very
different to that of the Alpes: the peaks at 4.000 plus metres
are still green and covered with trees. The scenery is green
and almost luxuriant! The counter-part is that it rains a lot
... and after walking 4 hours in the sun, we are again assailed
by raindrops, and Amanda discovers that her Goretex is not
really waterproof! The rain continues intermittently, and even
if the scenery is magnificent, we think that it is surely
better in sunshine and decide to await its return in the tent.
The price to pay is that we have
to walk much further the next day, but we are rewarded by
the appearance of the sun just as we reach the highest
point of out hike on a pass at 4750m altitude, almost as
high as the Mont Blanc! Standing in the snow, we appreciate
the ray of sunshine. The surrounding summits appear little
by little from the clouds. The panorama is fabulous, with
snow-covered peaks and razor-sharp crests. Down below the
green valley curves away, and on the right is a turquoise
little lake. We forget our fatigue and quickly descend the
next few kilometres.
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In the sun, but still under a
stormy sky, postcard views appear at each turn. After a second
day of descent in the sun, we eventually come to the end of our
hike. We are content, but we ache all over. We realise that
biking and hiking do not use the same muscles! We are not
unhappy to get rid of our enormous rucksacks and go back to our
little hotel at Yungay.
We have a good shower, do our
washing, and dry the tent soaked by the rain of the previous
days. But that is not all; Señora Gamboa, pleased to see
us back, offers us a delicious meal of soup and "chicharrones";
delicious pieces of grilled pork. As if that were not enough,
she then invites us to her daughter's tenth birthday party.
Here apparently, the tenth anniversary, like the fifteenth, is
always celebrated by a big feast. The whole family has prepared
tons of tasty delicacies, cakes, fruit kebabs, coloured
jellies, pop-corn, and sweets by the hundred. They install
everything in an immense hall that is rented for the occasion,
with an arbour in the garden, loudspeakers and spot lamps. We
find ourselves in the middle of some forty children, whose
parents distribute the sweets. In the middle is a table with
six enormous cakes, covered in white icing, decorated with Walt
Disney figurines, and surrounded by a luminous fountain.
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The music starts and the
children start to dance, the boys and girls on two lines
facing each other. "Dance, please dance!" Señora
Gamboa implores us (in French! would you believe us?). So,
despite our stiff muscles from the hike, we find ourselves
dancing in the middle of forty Peruvian kids, under the
watchful eye of Sleeping Beauty! We would never have
guessed where our pedalling through Peru would take
us!
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We decide to help animate the party,
and we lead the children into farandoles and enormous twisting
caterpillars. The children are delighted, and the Señora
is in raptures! We take lots of photos, that we transfer to
their antique computer. She doesn't know how to thank us, and
fills our hands with cakes and sweets between each dance. All
in all we have a very good time! The party lasts until the
evening and we help to clan up the hall, before going back to
the hotel. We are dead tired, we will admit, but what a
day!
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29 - 29th October: From the
White Andes to the Black Andes.
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The next morning is less
strenuous than the preceding: It's fiesta day at Yungay,
and we enjoy the festive and musical atmosphere in the town
(market, traditional costumes, fanfares and parades). We
alternate with the les festive atmosphere of the local
cyber-café, but a virtual contact with family and
friends is worth all the parades in the world!
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It is once again under the rain that
we pedal away. We continue our descent of the White Andes,
which finishes in a narrow canyon: "the Cañon del Pato"
It is here that the White Andes meets up with its western
cousin, the Black Andes. In between the two mountain ranges,
which come closer and closer together, are the "Rio Santa",
plus a narrow road hanging onto the mountainside, and ...
us.
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Well, road is a slight
exaggeration, it is just a track of sharp broken stones and
dusty rubble that has never seen a millimetre of tar. But,
apart from the jolts, the canyon is magnificent: the depth
and the narrowness are impressive. We go through thirty or
more narrow tunnels, which all have a sign "blow your horn
before entering"! The canyon becomes so narrow that we can
no longer see the river down below us.
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It reminds us of a hide-out for the
baddies in a James Bond film, and it ends with a vertiginous
descent to the hydro-electric station of Huallanca, where we
replenish our water reserves.
We are now in the Black Andes,
but the only black is in the name: in the light of the
setting sun, it is tinted with colours of red, ochre, brown
and also green for the cacti that manage to survive in this
mineral environment. It closely resembles the films of the
Far West. "We are poor and lonesome cyclists, who are a
long, long way from home!"
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For three days we continue our
chaotic descent from the heights of the Cordillera, down
towards the sea. The Black Andes continue to offer us fabulous
scenery of ochre mountains and vertiginous canyons. It's
magnificent, but the track is deplorable. Despite the fact that
we descend, our average speed is only 8 km/h, with our hands
tensed on the brakes, we get cramps in our forearms! And
sometimes it's worse... the road goes up! Not a lot, but
sufficient to exhaust us slaloming between the stones and the
giant potholes.
At the top of a difficult hill, we
are surprised to meet another cyclocamper: Collin who comes
from Alaska. He has started from Ecuador and intends to be in
Ushuaia by Christmas! He is travelling in the opposite
direction to us, and despite the long difficult climb, he seems
to be in good shape. We explain that we hesitate as to which
road to take after we leave the Black Andes. Collin is
categorical; he insists that we must go to Trujillo, a small
town on the coast, to the north of our original itinerary.
There, not only are there superb pre-Inca ruins to visit, there
is also the "casa de ciclistas". What is that? It's Lucho's
house. Lucho is a Peruvian cyclist fanatic who has decided to
welcome and lodge for free all cycle travellers who call at his
house! Collin spent three days there, instead of the one day
originally planned, thanks to the hospitality of Lucho and his
wife Aracelli: "it's good sometimes to have a real home" he
tells us. Well, he convinces us, and we decide to go to
Trujillo, where we will have no problem to find a bus to take
us to the south of Peru.
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We leave Collin to his difficult
climb and continue our chaotic descent. Our bikes, hair and
clothes are covered in dust, it reminds us of Mauritania...
Nevertheless, we are sorry to leave the Black Andes behind
us. When we find ourselves on tarmac, we are the famous
"Pan-American Highway" with its thundering lorries and
never-ending traffic. What a change from the mountains! Our
altitude is only 50m: we have come down 4000m since we set
off.
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We drown the din of the traffic
with our mp3 players, and the kilometres fly past as we rapidly
approach Trujillo.
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30 October - 2 November: the
"Casa de cyclistas" in Trujillo.
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We are not unhappy to stop in the
pretty square (every town has its "Plaza de Armas" or "Military
square", generally flowered and pretty). We are immediately
surrounded by curious onlookers, and we explain our trip and
our bikes, to their great amusement. Someone offers us a piece
of "torta", bought from an ambulant merchant who carries them
on a plate!
We are told how to find the "Casa
de ciclistas", which seems to be well known here.., and here we
are! On the front of his house, Lucho has painted a terrestrial
globe supported by two cyclists, a cyclocamper and a racing
cyclist. The opens to reveal a smiling Lucho, he already knew
we were coming! "Mi casa es su casa" were his first words. He
then tells us to put our bikes in his yard. Next to Lucho is
Lucy, a Canadian cyclo-traveller who speaks perfect French. She
arrived two days ago, and is already part of the family!
The rest of the family arrives:
there is Aracelli, Locho's wife, his thirteen year old
daughter Angela, and Lance, just 10 months old. Lance, like
Lance Armstrong of course! Lucho is a fan of the "Tour de
France", as we can see from the many posters that cover the
walls of his workshop. Lucho is a musician, but he has a
real bike workshop, and he repairs all the bikes in town
for free...
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Lucho is a dreamer and an idealist,
and he has a heart of gold, as demonstrated by his "Casa de
ciclistas". He has even founded a biking school, which is free
to all the kids in the district. Aracelli has her feet on the
ground, and she sighs at the generosity of Lucho. They
sometimes house up to a dozen cyclists at the same time, and
the water and electricity bills can be high, especially when
they stay several weeks! But Lucho is proud of his house and he
has good reason to be: we are the 890th guests! He is proud to
shows us his fabulous guest-book that leave us open-mouthed:
Every cyclist has left a photo and one or more pages of text
and drawings to describe their journey. What adventurers! How
many Round The World trips in these superb albums! There are
even French cyclocampeurs that we had encountered on the web or
at international conferences! Compared to all these
adventurers, we feel very small.
We spend two days in Trujillo
during which we too are adopted by Lucho and his family.
Between two meals concocted by Aracelli, we visit the ruins
that surround the city accompanied by Lucy. She has come from
Ushuaia on her upright bike and is on her way ton Ecuador! Her
Spanish, which she has practised at length on the roads of
Latin America, is much better than ours. It is very convenient
to have a translator for the explanations of the guides!
We are on the site of the biggest
pre-Columbian city in the world, the empire-city of Shan Shan.
Shan Shan was the capital of the Chimu civilization that
preceded the Incas. It was a huge city, whose ruins cover
60km?, built entirely of mud-bricks and straw, or "adobe" (as
in Photoshop!). But the time and successive deluges of El
Niño have done their damage, and today only a few
temples still exist, alongside the foundations preserved from
erosion by being buried under the sand for many centuries.
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However, the remains are still
really impressive. We are in a city with immense walls and
huge oversized squares, reserved for ceremonies and
sacrifices. On the wall friezes are carved with geometric
designs representing fish, sea lions, pelicans, or simply
fishing nets: the Chimus were a sea-going people.
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The beach is close by and we make
a visit after our archaeological discoveries. We were told
about the small coastal village of Huanchaco, but we are quite
disappointed: it is too touristy for us; it is almost like
being on the French Riviera! One can still admire the
traditional "totora" boats, made from simple bamboo stems tied
together with twine. The technique used is the same as that of
the ancient Chimus and the Peruvians skilfully manipulate these
seemingly unstable frail craft!
After the Chimu civilization, we
discover that of the "Moches" (pronounced Moshé!), which
preceded it. At 5km from Trujillo are two large temples or
"huacos": Huaca del Sol and Huaca de la Luna. The first is
still being excavated, and cannot been seen, but the second is
worth a visit. We discover the impressive paintings that adorn
the walls of this temple, which is built at 1st floor level. In
fact, it's even more complicated; each generation has built
another piece of the temple, using as a foundation the
construction of the previous generation!
For example, by destroying the
outer walls, the archaeologists have discovered others,
also richly decorated. What dilemma! You have to destroy in
order to discover! Meanwhile, in a festival of still vivid
colours, geometric friezes and drawings of gods, snakes,
priests and slaves adorn the walls laid bare by the
excavations. The Moches ruins are beautiful! (Note "Moches"
in French means "ugly", which the opposite of these ruins!)
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We do not regret our detour to
Trujillo! But the Inca ruins and the Cordillera are waiting for
us much farther south… So it is time to leave the "Casa
de ciclistas", but not before adding another page to Lucho's
guest-book.
Our first days in Peru are up to our expectations, not only for
the change of atmosphere, but also for the landscapes, the
Peruvian ruins, and you have not yet read about the
"gastronomy"!
What will we find with the next
turns of our pedals? In a few days, we should discover the
Machu Pichu. Are we going to survive the steep slopes of the
Andes at more than 4000m altitude? Will we finally see real
condors? We will tell you in the next episode ...
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Details of daily life ...
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Eating...
Oh there, how can summarise in
a few lines the multiplicity and the intensity of our
gastronomic discoveries? After Mauritanian deprivations and
their eternal onions, we have fallen into a cave of an
Ali-Baba gourmet.
It is not possible to enumerate all the sweets and
delicacies that we have found here. We will just cite a
few, pell-mell.
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- The fruits!
Here, not only do we find bananas, (in fact not as good as
those in Senegal), but there are hundreds of delicious fruits
to be found at every street corner! Avocados are our big
favourite: surprising because we do not like them much back
home. But here, they are butter, ladies and gentlemen! So
soft! What perfume! We eat them with sugar; it's even better
(yes, really, try it!). They are followed closely by
grenadillas: a strange bright orange fruit that has a hard
shell, which we break peel like a boiled egg. Inside, there
is a mass of small gelatinous green beans that you break with
your teeth and they flood your mouth with freshness…
moreover, they keep for weeks and they are full of vitamin C!
There are also fabulous-tasting pineapples, tomatoes, which
are so much better than French tomatoes, "pacay", a sort of
huge 50cm bean of which one sucks the hairy seeds, figs,
watermelons, mangoes, grapes…. Ahhh, it's too much!
- The national specialty:
"ceviche" pronounced "cébitché")
It is a dish of raw fish, marinated in lemon and spices and
accompanied by onions, maize seeds, and strange but edible
algae. It's generally a little too rich in hot peppers
("aye") for us, but the parts which are not too spiced are
really delicious.
- Delicious fresh fruit juices,
produced on request and for next to nothing in small stalls.
- The delicacies of merchants
sitting on the roadside: in every village, there are little
mamies ( "mamitas") in traditional costume, sitting by the
roadside. Alongside them is a basket (or several), wrapped in
one of the big striped blankets they use for everything, and
inside there are tasty surprises still piping hot!
- The best are the "empanadas":
they are small pies of puff pastry filled with meat and
vegetables, sometimes with eggs and cheese for… 0.5
sols (0.15 euro). We can never resist!
- The "paparellenas": a little
puree of mixed vegetables, then fried. They are little
greasy, but Olivier loves them!.
- The "choclo con queso": big
white corncobs, eaten hot on its stalk with a piece of
cheese.
- And even real meals, kept
warm in huge pots surrounded by covers; chicken soup ("caldo
de gallina"), fried chicken with noodles, or, even better,
"chicharonnes": grilled pork coated with spices… yum!
- "Anticuchos" are to be found
on the carts of vendors that appear at nightfall. They are
delicious little skewers of meat, served with a little salad.
But what sort of meat? Well, these are chunks of beef hearts!
And they are really very tender...
Another type of merchant appears in the evening. On his cart
a mini stall is full of glass bottles filled with coloured
liquids, and in the middle there is a bubbling caldron. What
on earth is this? Well, they are vendors of "emolliente", a
hot digestive drink, composed of a mixture from the multiple
liquids in the bottles. At our request, the merchant concocts
a warm and thick mixture, midway between the tea and syrup. A
bit too viscous to our taste, but not so bad!
Difficulties
- The first headaches due to
the altitude.
- The first night at 4000m: it
was cold and somebody had cut off the air!
- The difficult digestion of a
"ceviche" too rich in "aji" at Trujillo: it took us three
days to recuperate!
- The incessant and icy rain
during the Santa Cruz trek.
- The jolts and dust on the
"rotten" trail of the Black Cordillera.
- Pedalling on the
Pan-American Highway in the midst of engine noise and
deafening horns.
- Similarly, pedalling
Trujillo, in the midst of mad taxis who honk at everything
and overtake absolutely anywhere!
The best moments
Ah Peru! This country has really won
our hearts and we have had so many good moments.
Here is a "Best of":
- Our hike and the arrival on
the pass at 4750m at the same time as the sun: elation,
shortness of breath and vertiginous landscape...
- The incredible red colours
of the Black Andes with its immense canyons.
- The smile of Norma waiting
for us with open arms at the airport, without even knowing
us! And the warm welcome of all her family in Lima.
- The warm atmosphere of
Viviane's family home at Huaraz.
- A bivouac alongside a lake
at 4000m, under the snow-capped peaks.
- The invitation to the
birthday party of Señora Gamboa's little daughter.
- The "Casa de ciclistas"
Trujillo.
- The "Moches" visits with
Lucy.
- The fruits, and all the
delicacies that Peru has provided on our plates… uh,
our bowls!
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Here is a rather rebarbative
list of the GPS positions (or cities Bivouacs) of Globicyclette
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Date
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Latitude S (deg min
sec)
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Longitude W (deg min
sec)
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place
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18/10
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09 32 18
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77 31 56
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House at Huaraz
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19/10
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09 09 11
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77 44 16
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Memorial old Yungay
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20/10
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09 03 34
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77 37 44
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Bivouac lake Llanganuco
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21/10
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Yungay Gledel hostal
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22/10
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08 57 06
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77 33 44
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"Santa Cruz" trek day 1
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23/10
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08 54 56
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77 34 23
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day 2
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24/10
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08 56 06
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77 40 14
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day 3
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25/10
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09 08 19
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77 44 51
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Yungay, Gledel hostal
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26/10
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09 00 31
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77 48 58
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Near to Caraz in the rain
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27/10
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08 47 18
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77 53 04
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Cañon del Pato
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28/10
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08 41 38
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78 10 14
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Bivouac in the Black Andes
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29/10
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08 40 54
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78 32 54
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Descending the Black Andes
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30/10 - 1/11
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08 06 17
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79 01 18
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Casa de ciclistas, Trujillo
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2/11 -3/11
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bus from Trujillo to Cuzco
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4/11
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Cuzco
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5/11
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13 25 1.6
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71 52 31.2
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Pisac
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6/11
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13 15 32
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72 15 43
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Ollantaytambo
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8/11
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13 9 49.8
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72 32 43.4
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Machu Pichu !
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9/11
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13 16 4
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72 13 40
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10/11
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13 21 58
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72 4 8
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12/11
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13 30 56
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71 58 49
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Cuzco
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13/11
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13 55 29
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71 30 20
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14/11
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14 27 1.9
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71 4 21.1
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15/11
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14 40 41
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70 42 2.5
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16/11
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15 16 03
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70 18 28
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Part 2
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So what has been happening to
our Peruvian Globicyclistes? It is time to tell you our new
adventures, to discover the country of the Incas, the high
passes in the Andes, Lake Titicaca, and wild llamas! You
are ready for high altitudes? Then let's go!
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3 -7 November: Globicyclette in
the Sacred Valley.
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We leave the Chimu and Moches ruins
of the city of Trujillo on the north coast of Peru. It’s
now time to head south, and to make a great leap to the town of
Cuzco, more than a thousand miles away. We made the jump by
bus, because cycling along the deserted coastline was of little
interest.
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After two days of uninteresting
but relatively comfortable travel, we disembark in the
capital of the ancient Inca empire, whose inhabitants
thought that it was the centre of the world: Cuzco. The
name alone evokes ancient temples and conquistadors; it
stretches before us in its vast valley.
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The bus leaves us at the terminal,
and we rearrange our bikes and bags. With the fatigue of travel
and altitude (3800), our head spin a little, and we function in
slow motion! We make our way through the streets of this big
city to find the tourist office, where we try to find out what
sites should be seen in the surroundings. The reply is simple;
we should make a round trip of the Sacred Valley of the Incas,
to the north of Cuzco, and end up at the Machu Picchu, of
course!
So, we set off for the Sacred
Valley! But before entering the valley, we have to climb the
mountain that separates it from Cuzco. And the climb starts
straight away, in the streets of the city. We are in the "alley
of hell", paved, only 5m wide and at least 18% slope! It is
impossible to pedal, and we are forced to push our bikes, with
our feet slipping on the smooth cobblestones. It takes us more
than 20 minutes to climb this little lane! With the altitude,
we are short of breath, and our hearts beat like fury at the
slightest effort. We wrongly thought that we were acclimatised!
Our stay in Trujillo has let drop the number of red blood
cells...
We arrive breathless at the
outskirts of Cuzco, and the road continues to climb, still
steep… We have to stop every 300m to get our breath back
and calm our heartbeats. At this speed, it is already dark when
we reach the first Inca ruins overlooking Cuzco, although they
are only a few kilometres from the town. This site is called
Saqsaywaman (pronounced "Sexy Woman"! Easy!). It is a hybrid
between a temple and a citadel, and was the scene of a crucial
battle of the Inca resistance against the conquistadors. But
for the moment, the citadel is plunged into darkness and us
too! However, we manage to persuade the guards to let us sleep
next to their bungalow (anyway, apparently, elsewhere is too
dangerous!), We sleep under the stars…
The guards’ consent had been
given under one condition: at 5.00 a.m. (change of guard), the
camp must be lifted! The alarm rings at 4.30, and from 5.00 to
6h30, we sit semi-comatose on a bench in front of the site,
wrapped in our sleeping bags. It’s cold in the early
morning at 3800m altitude! But the advantage is that we are the
first in the queue when the site opens…
We discover
our first Inca stones in the dew and in the silence of the
early morning. It's very impressive. The massive cut
stones, several metres high, are perfectly mated to each
other, forming a superb saw-tooth wall. It makes us feel
very small, especially considering that the mere effort of
walking along the walls makes us already short of breath.
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We are overwhelmed by the majestic
tranquillity of the place, and we even have a small catnap on
the grass under the eternal gaze of these beautiful grey
stones.
But other ruins await us! The first coach of tourists arrives
on the site and we are photographed in the same way as Inca
walls, almost flattering, no? We climb onto our bikes to attack
the steep slope again... We are a little less breathless than
the previous day, but pedalling is still difficult and we
progress at a ridiculous average speed of 4km/h...
But little by little, push after
push, we are almost at the top of the small mountain. We regain
our breath by visiting the ruins of Pukapucara, a small
fortress with a panoramic view, and Tambomachay, an ensemble of
channels and stone fountains where water still runs! It is less
impressive than Saqsaywaman, but the precision of stone cutting
is just as good, a signature of the Inca civilization…
And we sleep under the stars again, in the heart of the Sacred
Valley… Giving time for our knees to rest and recover
from the many efforts.
The next day brings us along the
valley, to the small village of Ollantaytambo, where again we
are impressed by the ruins with huge blocks. However
Ollantaytambo will also be our "base camp" to visit Machu
Picchu, without Phileas and Heidi, since the only means of
access are by train or on foot! We leave our "babies" in safety
in a small hotel/campsite, and the following day, at four
o'clock in the morning, we are on our way to the most beautiful
and most famous of the Inca ruins. .
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7 - 9 November: The Machu
Picchu!
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So, Machu Picchu, by train or on
foot? The two, Captain! In fact, the train is far too expensive
for us, and the four day trek along the mythical "Inca Trail",
which is the alternative, cannot be done without a guide,
mules, authorization, reservation, and several hundred
dollars... However we are not the first backpackers to have
this dilemma: the solution? A hike... along the rails of the
railroad! A "motorcycle taxi" drops us on the rails, very early
in the morning, and we set off for a 28 km walk between wooden
planks and stone ballast.
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As an encouragement, for our
first kilometres, the sky provides us with an
artist’s sunrise: pink clouds in a clear blue sky,
above the peaks of the Andes covered in their pure white
glaciers. We fill our lungs with the icy air of the
mountains while the first rays of the sun warm our backs.
It is good to be in the Andes!
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A few hours of walking later, the
going is less pleasant. The gentle morning sun now overwhelms
us with its burning rays, and our makeshift backpacks, which in
fact are only our saddlebags and some straps, cut into our
shoulders. Our ankles suffer from walking on the ballast, and
our eyes burn with the site of wooden planks stretching out to
infinity. Say, big Smurf is it still far to go? Yes, very
far…
Nevertheless, despite the
discomfort of the march, the scenery is beautiful: we follow a
green valley (still the Sacred Valley of course), and between
two walls covered with green grass, the River Urubamba flows in
a joyful song of bubbling water. Up in the distance, there are
still the snow-covered peaks of the Andes cutting into the blue
sky… we will not complain! Especially since our guardian
angels have reserved a surprise for us... after about 3 hours
walking, we hear the sound of a small locomotive coming at full
speed.
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We jump off the track, and the
train goes past blowing its horn... then it stops 200m
away! We run to meet it, afraid of being reprimanded for
walking on the rails... but... not at all! "You must be
tired of walking like that?" "Are you going to Agua
Calientes"? "You are crazy! Come on up," and for a small
"propina" (tip) we can be carried 10km! No sooner said than
done, and 10 sols later, we are cramped in this tiny little
yellow car running at full speed on track: We would never
had guessed that we would end up going to Machu Picchu in a
"train"! The two drivers are delighted with their windfall,
and they hide us under the seats when we pass a station,
because they are not allowed to pick up passengers! But, we
promise that we will say nothing...
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And so, in a couple of minutes, we
have saved ourselves more than 2hrs hard walking... It is still
a long way to Agua Calientes, the village at the foot of Machu
Picchu, and we arrive at the end of the morning, not unhappy to
have spared ourselves a tiring walk! Descending from the train,
we quickly discover that Agua Calientes is a "Gringoland." In
the streets, there are only tourists, and the only Peruvians we
see, are those who call out from behind the countless souvenir
shops "compra me, compra me, señorita!", "Buy me",
meaning "buy something from me", but it's unpleasant to our
ears. In background, we hear the repertoire of the Beatles
played on pan flutes. This gives you an idea of the not really
authentic character of the town! Nevertheless, if we make
believe that we are that we are walking in a leisure park, it's
almost fun! The cobbled streets are clean and white in the sun,
and the bright colours of the blankets and other souvenir
shops, add a touch of gayness to it all.
The village is not very big and we
soon find the spacious "Plaza de Armas", decorated in its
centre with a giant statue of an Inca king. Not far away, a
small hotel offers us accommodation for 20 sols. It is twice
the usual price, but there is nothing cheaper in the town.
Aaah, at last we can unload our backpacks of torture and sit on
a soft bed: it's so good! We resist (with difficulty) the
divine temptation of a nap: we have not come this far for a
sleep! We leave the hotel at top speed before we change our
minds (remember: we have been up since 3:45 this morning!), We
dive into the nearby tourist office, "What can we do this
afternoon?”. Well, there is a mountain opposite the Machu
Picchu that can reached by two hours of steep climb:
"Putucusi", it gives an unparalleled view over the holy city.
So, okay, we agree to climb the legendary Putucusi!
And indeed, the climb breaks all records of steepness, it is
almost a via ferrata, but without a harness! It begins with
Stone steps (cut by the Incas?), then we come to almost
vertical vertiginous wooden ladders, several dozen metres high:
not for the weak of heart! We climb them, paying great
attention to our handholds; it is not the moment to slip! And
all this is in the middle of a lush jungle: we really feel like
Indiana Jones!
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But 500 m higher, the view from
the top is breathtaking. Machu Picchu, before our eyes! We
are overlooking the lost city of the Incas, just a couple
of kilometres from us as the condor flies... Our
mountaintop is a little higher than the city, and provides
us with a bird's eye view of the ruins, lit by the late
afternoon sun. Astounded, we contemplate this city, perched
on the top of a mountain, lost in the middle of the jungle,
with its temples and terraces...
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The view has nothing to do with what
we see on postcards, the angle is not at all the same: the city
lies in front of us, in all its length.
When we get back to Agua Calientes, our limbs ache: we have a
long day’s hiking in our legs! We have a refreshing drink
with a nice family that we met on the way back from Putucusi,
and then we return to the hotel and its hot shower (shower!
hot!). The following day we have another early start: 4.30a.m.
This time we are on the path to Machu Picchu itself: we intend
to go all the way on foot, and before the first bus! After a
400 m climb, the mission is accomplished, and we are among the
first to discover the site.
The haze gradually dissipates
and unveils the ruins, in an atmosphere of calm and
mystery, the sacred city slowly reveals itself: we are in
Machu Picchu!
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We had feared that the view from
Putucusi could have broken the mystery, but we now realize that
the view "in situ" has no counterpart, here we are in the
middle of the stones, and we fully feel the majestic character
of the site.
We try to imagine the feelings of those who first discovered
these ruins...
The atmosphere is special and propitious to mystic
contemplations...
Around 11 am, Amanda treats herself to the pleasure of a nap on
the bright green lawn: how many people can say that they have
slept in Machu Picchu? Despite the mass of tourists, the place
is still so quiet...
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After several hours bathing in
the atmosphere of ruins, we decide to go a little higher.
We set off to climb the Wayna Picchu, the sugar loaf
mountain that dominates the city on all the postcards. On
top, there are still more ruins to be discovered, plus a
panoramic view of the city.
The climb is steep but the scenery is worth it! We stay
until the last moment, contemplating the magnificent ruins,
until we are finally thrown out at closing time... and
there are still some parts that we did not see!
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The evening draws in, and it is
time to let the lost city return to its mysteries... Despite
the terribly tourist aspect of the site (and its price!), we
are really fascinated by our visit, Machu Picchu is a place
that cannot be forgotten!
The next day, we are back down on the rail track, this time in
the company of another couple, Joel and Aurelie, whom we
encountered the previous day. No train-stopping this time, but
the discussions with our new friends make walking more
enjoyable! Nevertheless, our feet are still sore upon arrival
at Ollantaytambo, where we find Phileas and Heidi prudently
waiting for us ... a little jealous perhaps? We have to admit
that after the efforts of the last three days, we do not manage
more than 10 km before collapsing under the tent!
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10-12 November : Back to Cuzco,
by the mountains
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But we will catch up on our
pedalling in the next few days. We leave the Sacred Valley to
return to Cuzco, but through the mountains. And the going is
steep! We beat our record with a change in altitude of over
1004 m in one day. We bivouac in the open air with sunset over
snowy mountains as a reward ... Globicyclette is a succession
of efforts ... And consolations!
The next few days take us to
the village of Chinchero: we discover a fabulous Sunday
market, where all the inhabitants are dressed in
traditional costumes. There is a joyful atmosphere, and our
bikes become part of the show: we leave under the applause
of a swarm of laughing children: it's always a pleasure to
be part of the animations!
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The Andean ups and downs eventually
bring us back to Cuzco: we have closed the "sacred" circle!
A day "in town" allow us to carry out our usual urban
occupations: laundry, shopping, showers, internet. But most
importantly, we meet ... Francois, a 24-year-old man from
Bordeaux. He has just set up a coffee house in Arequipa with
french wine bar (Bordeaux wine, of course!).
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With his Peruvian girlfriend,
Danitza, they have imported hundreds of good bottles, and
sell them in their coffee shop or to hotels and restaurants
in the area. Today, Francis is in Cuzco, prospecting hotels
to expand his clientele. We admire his boldness and his
energy and we are confident that his enterprise will be a
great success. Meanwhile, Francis leaves us no choice, we
must see Arequipa, which is a magnificent city, and he
invites us to his house (which is also that of his
parents-in-law) for our whole stay in the "White City"!
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As for us, we long to see his "Cafe
y Viño", and we thus finalise our new itinerary, which
we had already started to plan with Lucy in Trujillo! Cuzco ->
Juliana -> Puno and Lake Titicaca -> Arequipa -> Chile!
We spend the evening walking around
Cuzco and talking with Francis. We are impressed by his
ambitions, and he is fascinated by our world tour! Everyone has
his "thing". He is really friendly and spontaneous, and his
accent from the southwest of France makes us a little nostalgic
of "home"…
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13- 18 November: From the Andean
Altiplano to Lake Titicaca
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It is time for us to leave the Inca
ruins to go pedalling in the Andes. Our next destination is
Lake Titicaca! We head for the town of Juliaca, in the vicinity
of the lake. We set off for five days of pedalling across the
Andes.
First step: we have to climb up to the famous Altiplano, a
plateau around 4000 m altitude, bordering the Andes. Apart from
one or two gastrointestinal troubles (yes! they are still
there!), we now climb pretty well, and the altitude is no
longer a problem: we proudly cross our first pass at 4340 m, a
record for Globicyclette! We cycle under the deep blue sky of
the Andes, and regularly meet herds of alpaca or vicunas (even
more beautiful). Despite the effort, we are very happy in these
beautiful mountains! At the approach of a second pass, even
higher (4438 m), we find it increasing hard to push on the
pedals, despite our mutual encouragement. But another
non-negligible motivation comes to the rescue: there is a hot
spring at the end of the road! It is thus that we find
ourselves at more than 4000 m, under the stars (its been a long
day!), immersed in water at 38° C. ... aaah! Because of
the altitude, it almost makes our heads spin! When will you
come and join us on the roads?
After all these long climbs,
the flat vastness of the Altiplano opens out before us:
lovers of great outdoor spaces hold your breath! The
horizon is far, far away, behind vast expanses of yellow
grass sparkling under the blue sky. But when the land is
flat… there is nothing to break the wind! And during
the coming km, we pester against these gusts that slow us
down to 10 km/h downhill…
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We stop for a little shelter in the
small town of Santa Rosa, where we find ourselves in the middle
of a group of schoolchildren, leaving their class. They are
very curious, but nice and polite, and before we leave, they
sing us a song in unison! And so here we are, rolling at full
speed down a perfectly flat road, in a cinema landscape, and
under the sun ... If it were not for the headwind, it would be
paradise ... But it is not so bad. As we pedal, we learn a few
words of castellan from "our little conversation guide" Oh yes,
on a bike and if the road is straight, it is possible to read
while you pedal!
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We arrived thus
in the crossroads town of Juliaca (pronounced "Rouliaka"),
where we unearth a cheap hotel for our bikes and ourselves.
Tomorrow, we will leave the bikes again and make a round
trip by bus to the city of Puno, on shores of Lake
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In the early morning, we reach the
highest navigable lake in the world. It’s big! The lake
itself does not correspond to our image of a "mountain lake",
since in the vicinity of Puno, it is shallow and invaded by
reeds. It reminds us of the Camargue in southern France! But
it's pretty, and we can guess its size from the banks that
disappear on the horizon.
One of the
wonders of Lake Titicaca, are its "floating islands". They
are the only islands in the world built and maintained by
humans for hundreds of years. The story says that the
"Uros" fled from the expanding Inca civilisation and set up
home on Lake Titicaca by building artificial floating
islands made from bamboo and reeds (or "totoras", the same
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For hundreds of years, the Uros
have lived on these islands, which form a veritable small city,
25 minutes by boat from Puno. But today, unfortunately, these
islands have become a giant tourist attraction, forgetting the
authenticity of the ancient civilization ...
Nevertheless, we decide to make a
visit. It is not possible to ignore one of the wonders of the
world ... But the tourist aspect of the islands disappoints us.
Upon our arrival, we see that each island, no more than a
hundred meters in diameter, has its own wharf for tourists, and
is served by just one boat or agency.
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On each island,
there are four or five totora houses, surrounding a central
square with souvenir stands. Some descendants of the Uros,
dressed in traditional costume, are waiting for tourists
(but are they really Uros, or just Puno villagers in
dress?). Despite this very artificial aspect, the islands
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Our guide explains how they are
maintained: Every 15 days it is necessary to add a new layer of
totora on the ground. As the reeds mature, they eventually form
a kind of humus covered by the tens of layers laid above them.
The height of the layers can be over 4 meters, with most of it
being under water, a bit like an iceberg. The island thus
formed is tied to its neighbours, or to the bottom of the lake,
through a system of ropes, attached to the base of the humus.
Tied in bundles, the totora is also used to build houses and
traditional craft. But a totora boat lasts only for a few
months. Then it rots! (and sinks!). In any case, life on these
tiny floating islands must be very curious...
Back in Juliaca, we find that the
sun has remained behind on the lake ... The storm rumbles and
the sky has turned dark purple. "You are crazy, it's going to
rain, stay here one more night!" says the, kind and worried,
"mamita" of the hotel. We hesitate, but it is barely 4 p.m.,
and there is a road ahead of us ... "Bah, rain is only water!"
says Olivier bravely putting on his Goretex, as the first drops
begin to fall. We do not intend to go far, just out of the city
to find a quiet spot to bivouac, and from where we can start at
dawn tomorrow.
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In the
"suburbs" of Juliaca, we pause to put on our neoprene shoes
covers. Our friend the
"glacial-headwind-that-slings-icy-rain-in-your-face" is
back! |
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19-22 November: the Andes, humid
version
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After this tourist stopover, we set
off again for some pedalling in the mountains. We leave
Juliaca, heading southwest towards Arequipa.
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> Between the
two towns, is the Altiplano, steep passes, and mountains
full of vicuñas (vicunas)! But this time the Andes
have decided to make us suffer a little more: the gradient
goes up to more than 10%, the storm breaks, and after this
cocktail: a head wind with lashing rain in the face. Then
since we resisted and we were still climbing, hail! Ouch!
It hurts our frozen cheeks! |
What did you say? You are no
longer interested in joining us on the road? We must admit that
at times like this we would prefer to spend our evening in the
warmth of a sofa ... But we continue as best we can,
stimulating ourselves mutually. We are at more than 4000 m, and
we are quickly out of breath on the slopes.
And for following three days, we
have the impression that we are in a washing machine, running
the "cold" program. In the evening we take refuge in our tent,
which is covered in snow during the night. On two occasions, in
the afternoon, we find refuge in a mini-bar for lorry drivers,
sprung out of nowhere. Fortunately in the mornings we find
fleeting rays of sun that allow us to dry a little and admire
the snow-covered mountains... But on the third morning, made
drunk by the rays of sunshine offered by the Andes, Olivier
goes too fast in a descent... and has a fall at 65 km/h!
Fortunately, we we come round from the big scare, the damage is
not as bad as it might have been: a twisted handlebar, a torn
headrest, the right sleeve of a pullover in tatters, and a big
bruise on his backside...
As a result, in
the next village (and again in the rain), we are easily
convinced by the local policeman: "What? You want to leave?
Can you see what is falling outside? Stay here for the
night! I have a room here, and you will feel much better to
be dry." He is right, it is much better than in the rain,
and Olivier can repair the damage!
We take advantage of the morning sun to cover the remaining
80km that separate us from Arequipa. Despite the bad
weather, we are pleased with our trip: we have vanquished
passes at more than 4500 m, and faced Andean hailstones,
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As we approach Arequipa, the
landscape changes completely. After the huge expanses of the
Altiplano, we are now above a bare and dry valley, coloured
yellow and ochre. Forgotten, the green and humid mountains, we
are in a cousin of the Grand Canyon! And then, finally ... the
road descends! We plummet almost 1500 metres at high speed, and
under the sun what’s more. However the storm is not far
behind us, in the mountains. We race against time ... We win
and get to Arequipa almost completely dry.
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22-29 November: Happiness and
wine in Arequipa
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What an immense city! It is the
second biggest in Peru after Lima. It occupies an entire valley
in the middle of a landscape of deserted mountains. Far above,
three guards keep watch: the volcanoes Picchu Picchu (with its
outline of a sleeping Indian), Misti (the biggest! A huge
cone...), and the Chachani (the highest! Over 6000 m high).
They provide a magnificent panorama for the town. But for the
moment, they are... in the fog! No matter, because we are
looking for Francis's; cafe. It is situated just next to the
Plaza de Armas, the most beautiful that we have visited,
juxting a vast cathedral of white volcanic stone, and a central
garden of flowers and palm trees.
And whom do we find waiting for us
in front of "Café y Viño"? Francis, of course!
It's good to see his curly head and his smile again!
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He invites us
straight away into "his" domain, a magnificent building
with two interior courtyards and fountains. On the first
floor is his "cafe." It's very pretty, in white stone, with
columns carved in floral bas-relief. It is so calm! We go
up to the promenade on the second floor, and there we find
Danitza, Francis's; Peruvian girlfriend, at the entrance to
the shop. They quickly install us on stools at the bar, and
prepare us two fresh fruit juices: what a welcome!
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We visit the bar whilst sipping
these delicacies: it is small but really nice, very clean, and
the decorated with exquisite taste that makes you want to spend
the day. We are happy to be dry and comfortably seated without
having to pedal!
This is the beginning of four days
of "holiday" in this beautiful city. As expected, we get on
very well with Francis and Danitza, thanks to whom Amanda's
Spanish improves rapidly. They offer us a fabulous hospitality,
not to mention their friendship. We thought we would set up our
tent in the garden of their house, or rather that of the
Danitza's mother who is the owner. But the latter is as
welcoming as our friends, and she insists on installing us in a
bedroom where Francis stores his wine. We are going to sleep
next to bottles of Cabernet and Sauternes! And what a house!
It's actually a small farm a few kilometres from the city, with
cows, bulls, peacock, dogs, and even Coco, the parrot! And that
is not all…
We are a showered, dressed from
head to foot by our friends, laundered, and above all…
fed! In addition to being an angel, Danitza's mother is also a
fabulous cook, we are entitled to the best breakfast on our
trip: freshly pressed juice of papaya and pineapple, fresh hot
milk, (straight from their cows), tea, coffee, bread, butter,
homemade jam (from Francis's; mother in France!), and also a
delicious cheese burger which reconciles us forever with
savoury breakfasts. What a meal! And Francis says that it is
like this every day. The mother is as kind as her daughter, who
serves us fresh fruit juice as soon as we enter the
café.
The program for our days in
Arequipa: visit the city with Francis. He helps us discover a
town that is full of life and full of charm, with white
volcanic stones that make up the sunny walls. In short, we are
seduced. We surprise ourselves by dreaming of spending a year
here... Who knows? We also visit the huge local market, a
festival of colours, odours, and other good things. Between
visits, trips on the Internet, and the hours spent at
Café Viño in the company of our friends, helping
them when we can, time passes too quickly. We spend hours
discussing all and nothing. It must be said that Francis is a
born storyteller, and we can listen to his stories from morning
to night! He is enthusiastic and generous: Francis succeeds in
making us love good wine! We enjoy the best Sauternes of our
lives... in Peru!
We realized
that friendship is something that is missing in our
journey... Together, we discover unforgettable romantic
landscapes, we live through extraordinary adventures, but
we also experience a certain kind of solitude. And it's
when the solitude is filled that we realise the importance
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It is true that during all those
hours pedalling when the mind wanders, we often think back to
the good times spent with family or friends. When we say that
we are "thinking of you", it is not just a polite phrase! And
these thoughts have also helped us in difficult times…
But we had not expected to make new friendships during our
trip! Here we are creating additional memories to rekindle...
And it is also the explanation of our "extended" stay in
Arequipa ...
But the journey must continue! There are still thousands of
things to see, if only the famous "del Colca Canyon," one of
the deepest in the world, just north of Arequipa. Will we
manage to pull ourselves out of the cosy physical and moral
comfort of the last few days? Will we see this canyon one day?
And the condors? And when will we get to Chile?
The answers, obviously, will be in the next episode!
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Details of daily life ...
Eating
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- The winner of this episode:
the breakfasts of Danitza's mother... But we have already
told you all about that.
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And also... The Sunday "adobo".
Every Sunday morning, Danitza and Francois are invited to eat
an "adobo" with Danitza's father, who lives just five minutes
walk away (her parents are "cordially" separated). The adobo
is a thick soup served with delicious and huge chunks of
pork. It replaces brunch and keeps you nurtured for the rest
of the day! And today, of course, we are included in the
invitation. The father is just as nice as the mother, and
Olivier finds himself with a glass of anise liqueur in his
the hands. It's not easy to down in one at 10 o'clock in the
morning, ... But Olivier does quite well.
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Rum mangos prepared by Francis...
And his strawberry one is almost as good! (not to mention his
wine...)
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Alpaca meat! Oh yes, just like
sheep, they are not only bred for their wool ... So we tried
it for you: a little chewy (we prefer sheep!), but not so
bad!
- Yoghurts of Arequipa: We buy
them in 1 litre jars. They are liquid, perfumed, and we can
finish one between the two of us!
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The quiñoa: Maybe you
already know this little seed from Latin America? It is often
sold in "bio" and "fair trade" stores. Here, it is sold next
to rice and pasta, but, unlike its neighbours, it has the
advantage of being very rich in protein: a boon for us! We
eat it boiled, like pasta, or in soup. It's a little like
durum wheat but... Well try it, you will see! We, we like it!
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The "queso frito": local cheese,
fried in a pan. We tried it in a shop, and now we do some
every night. The Peruvian cheese does not run and cooks well.
Fried and served in pieces in a salad with herbs de Provence,
it's delicious!
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Difficulties
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The first climb, very steep, out
of Cuzco: but where did the air go?
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The last few kilometres on the
railroad to Machu Picchu, both going and coming back: ouch,
our ankles!
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For Amanda, the climb up to 4300
m with a stomach that did not want to stay put ...
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The last few kilometres before
reaching a hot water spring at 4000 m. Night had fallen, the
signpost had said "spring in 5 km", and still nothing ... And
the road goes up steeper and steeper!
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Rain, snow, hail, and the head
wind, which had done all it could to prevent us from
re-crossing the Andes.
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The terrific fall of Olivier,
fortunately not serious: we must have a guardian angel who
protects us!
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A major technical problem: our
new Super Chainrings, "Special TA" very expensive and
purchased in anticipation of hard going, are in the process
of falling apart! They have not withstood the Andes, and the
screwthreads that hold the plates together are stripping one
after another, twisting the screws. Olivier managed to
replace them with bolts cut down with a metal saw, but how
long will they last? Moreover, both bikes are affected ... We
are very disappointed by this (French) manufacturer that we
thought was infallible! (and hurrah for the metal saw,
brought just in case).
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The best moments
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- The nights under the stars of
the Andean sky...
- The first glimpse of Machu
Picchu, from the summit of Mount Putucusi...
- The Machu Picchu! Of
course...
- Meeting Simon and his family,
in Machu Picchu, and glass of fruit juice that he bought us.
- The colourful market in
Chinchero.
- The children in a village in
the Altiplano who sang a school song for us.
- Meeting Francis in Cuzco.
- Our multiple victories on the
Andean passes at over 4000m.
- The hospitality of Francis,
Danitza and his family in Arequipa, maybe we will return in
2010?
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Liste of dates and GPS positions
(towns and bivouacs)
Date
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Latitude S (deg min
sec)
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Longitude W (deg min
sec)
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Place
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3/11
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bus between Trujillo and
Cuzco
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4/11
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Cuzco
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5/11
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13 25 1.6
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71 52 31.2
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Pisac
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6/11
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13 15 32
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72 15 43
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Ollantaytambo
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8/11
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13 9 49.8
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72 32 43.4
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Machu Picchu !
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9/11
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13 16 4
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72 13 40
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10/11
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13 21 58
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72 4 8
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12/11
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13 30 56
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71 58 49
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Cuzco
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13/11
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13 55 29
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71 30 20
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14/11
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14 27 1.9
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71 4 21.1
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15/11
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14 40 41
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70 42 2.5
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16/11
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15 16 03
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70 18 28
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Part 3
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Time flies, traveller friends,
and our bikes, too! What new surprises has Peru reserved
for us during our last few days? We will discover that Peru
is not only Incas and the Andes, but also… a desert!
What, like Africa? Well, not really, you will see. But
first of all let's return to where you left us, in
the beautiful city of Arequipa, where we had chosen to live
for a few days.
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26 - 29 November: Arequipa and
the Canyon del Colca
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After three days of city life, we
start to feel restless: it’s time to move on. But we
cannot leave this area without visiting the famous
"Cañyon del Colca," some 100 km north, that we had
renounced to visit by bike in because of the catastrophic
weather conditions.
Today, the sun shines in Arequipa,
we hope it will also shine in the canyon! Two days ago, we met
Nico, a tourist guide from the southwest of France (another
one!), He plans to take a friend, Selma, to visit the canyon.
He proposes that we go together, cool! And so we set off, not
by bicycle, but by bus for two days hiking in canyon country.
We set up our base camp in the tiny village of Yanqué,
in the Colca Valley, unknown to tourists. It is truly
picturesque with its peaceful cobbled streets.
From here, first we discover a
valley, which is not yet canyon, but which is worth a
visit: terraces and Incan ruins. The valley has been
completely reworked by the Incas, and is completely
terraced. In fact the Peruvian word for "terraces" is
"andenas" and this is the origin of the name given to the
Andes! In any case, the result is truly impressive, it is
almost like being in an Asian landscape, and each terrace
has a different tint of green.
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Nico also takes us into a gorge
carved by the river. Here, in the shadow of the cliff and in
the cold wind, the Incas have dug small nooks in the vertical
wall: they are called "Colcas"! The Incas used them store food
in a cool dry place, inaccessible to predators or thieves. An
ingenious system of ropes and pulleys allowed them to deposit
or retrieve food as they wished. Hence the name of the
canyon...
Our last stop, the ruins of a whole village Inca, overlooking
the valley. The spot is almost unknown to tourists, and
deserted. The houses still stand, and on the ground there are
still pieces of Inca ceramic! We find an ideal place for a
picnic, on the edge of a stream that is channelled down the
central street. After a few more hours of walking amongst the
terraces, we go back to the hotel and... a hot shower! We are
having a really luxury holiday! We then eat quinoa soup, for
five sols (luxury, but still a saving), and we spend a good
evening all four of us, drinking maté non-stop and
singing old songs on a guitar that Nico borrowed from the
restaurant.
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Selma is a very nice girl, a
Parisian who has taken a year’s break to discover
South America on foot. She is very simple in spite of a lot
of travel experience, and we immediately get on well
together. Nico, is both an excellent and a good friend. He
left France, his wife, and a job in an office, to realize
his dream: be a tourist guide. And he is the best guide in
the agency! He knows very well what he is doing and has an
immense culture.
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In short, people we like, who are
not complicated, and who take life as it comes.
For the next day, Nico gives us a choice: either the go to the
very touristy, "Cruz del Condor", or make a hike on little
known circuit with an Inca citadel and a view down the length
of the canyon. We hesitate a little: we have no desire to find
ourselves in the middle of 800 other tourists on the only
panoramic viewpoint of the canyon, nor to pay 70 sols of
"boleto turistico" (of questionable legality). However, it is
true that at "Cruz del Condor", there is a good chance to see
... Condors, of course! But the probability is only 50% and
there should be a 40% chance to see a condor on the hike.
Finally, we favour the suggestion of the hike, and Selma is the
same opinion: lets flee from the tourists and go walking!
The circuit takes us up above the terraces, and after climbing
about 400 metres, we reach the point of view that is also the
location of a small Inca citadel. It is superb, and we can
fully admire the vastness of the canyon, which stretches out
just in front of us.
It is the second deepest canyon
in the world, just after the Canyon del Cotuhasi, which is
only a few tens of kilometres away. But Nico explains that
the latter has won its title because the neighbouring
mountains are higher. In any case, it is only a question of
150 m difference and the 3191 m of the Canyon del Colca is
impressive...
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It is very different from the
Canyon del Pato, which we still prefer, but here the impression
of depth takes on another dimension. In short, we are
open-mouthed before this sacred panorama. Especially as the
ruins of the citadel are very well preserved and the aspect
"unknown to tourists" pleases us! However, we have no luck with
the condors, they are absent from the scene... But we learn
that there were non to be seen in Cruz del Condor either... No
matter we prefer albatrosses anyway!
Back in Arequipa, we are very happy to find Francis and Danitza
again. They were unable to leave their cafe, but they convince
us to stay another day, under the false pretext of needing to
shop before leaving. The last evening in their company will be
joyful, because Nico and Selma also come to say goodbye.
Selma offers all of us a glass of rosé wine, and then
it's Francis's turn to "offer a round" giving us a taste of his
rum perfumed with fragrant fruit from the market. Again, we
discover an alcohol that we appreciate aahh!, Francis’s
mango rum... "Little Jesus in velvet breeches!" We have never
drunk so much in a single evening: a glass of wine, and two of
rum, youhou! We discovered that Nico had nicknamed us "Barbie
and Ken". It makes everybody laugh... and the nickname is going
to stick...
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Well, this time, it really is
"goodbye" and the next morning the farewells are difficult.
Our friends cover us with small gifts and fill our bags
with delicacies: bananas and onions from the garden, and
also a jar of jam and a paté from the kitchen of
Francis’s mother in distant Southern France. A
priceless present in Peru! We later find that they have
hidden small surprises hidden in our bags: they too are
priceless!
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To resume, the separation is
difficult, and we want to see them again… why not in
2010? After all, we have still to climb Misti volcano together!
We give each other a big hug, and then leave, very quickly,
before the tears flow... Thanks to both of you...
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November 29 - December 4:
Crossing the desert!
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For the first kilometres, we are
silent and nostalgic of past moments. Fortunately there are two
of us, and little by little smiles return to our faces as we
remind each other of the laughter of the previous days.
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And little by little, we are
again invaded by the magic of the journey and by the sight
of passing scenery. The white city gives way to a reveal
beautiful red and ochre desert. The colours shimmer under
the blue sky. But unlike Mauritania, the desert in Peru is
not flat. The road undulates between small rocky mountains,
and sometimes the slope is steep.
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At the top of the biggest hill, we
stop for lunch. And then we have a bad surprise, we realize
that Amanda, upset by the departure, has forgotten the plastic
bag with our shopping: No cheese! No yogurt! Nor fruit jelly,
nor sweet potatoes ... Misery, what can we put on our bread? We
were sadly nibbling a banana trying to turn our thoughts
elsewhere... When a miracle happened: a car stopped in front of
us, and out stepped... Danitza! With the forgotten bag in her
hands, and a bottle of freshly pressed strawberry juice,
Amanda’s favorite... "Delivery of fresh juice! Whew, I
was afraid not to find you!" She has taken a taxi all this way,
just for us... An angel... Finally, two angels, since Francis
made the strawberry juice and stayed behind to keep shop. We
laugh and cry with joy and surprise: we can hardly believe it!
And just in time! Danitza cannot linger, and after another hug,
she jumps back into the taxi... But she leaves behind her two
lucky and happy people, who eagerly devour juice, cheese and
yoghurt, blessing those caring friends!
Meanwhile, ascent gives way to a dizzying descent of almost
1000 metres. We drop down from the Andes for the second time.
But we also fight against a strong head wind, which will hinder
us all the way to Chile and make us push on the pedals even
when the ground slopes gently downwards. The mountainous
flatten gradually, and if the Misti and Chachani are still
visible behind us, they look much smaller...
For the days to come, Danitza had said, "its downhill all the
way to Chile!" Great! But we now find out that this statement
is only a mathematical average of the reality that we meet "on
the bike..." It is true that Arequipa is at 2400 m, and Tacna,
the last town before the border with Peru, is only at 460m. So
obviously...
Well, no! We have to face a
climb of more than 800 m today, and the following days will
be very similar. In fact, we alternate between fabulous
steep but brief descents and extremely exhausting and long,
long climbs! Logical, we hear you say, if you travel five
times faster downhill than uphill, then you are condemned
to spend five times longer working hard up the hills... But
to the devil with calculations, shortness of breath or not,
the road is absolutely magnificent.
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We cycle in the middle of
multicoloured mountains ranging from bright yellow to deep red,
and the sky is permanently blue: the rain in the Andes is now
far behind us! Here, it is much hotter, but the permanent wind
(permanent headwind, may I remind you?) keeps us cool ... And
the mountains alternate with vast desert plains, where we feel
very small. Unlike the Mauritanian desert, the landscape is not
uniformly flat, and our eyes always have a nice relief to look
at, which takes fabulous colours when the sun drops over the
horizon.
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That, and particularly the more
moderate temperatures, makes this crossing of the new
desert incomparably easier than the previous one.
Especially as villages or restaurants, lost in the middle
of nowhere, seem to be spaced at exactly the right distance
so that we never lack water. Nevertheless we still carry
more than 10 litres in our bags... And it makes hard work
for our thighs!
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Between these climbs and descents
that seem to alternate to infinity, we remember Lucy who told
us: "the Andes are 1000 m up and 1000 m down on the same day."
That remark had almost scared us, but finally, today, for
example, we have done 850 m positive and negative, and we
survive pretty well!
After three days of pedalling in the desert, we come to the
small town of Moquegua, at the entry to an unexpectedly fertile
valley, hidden in the dunes. Suddenly, there are green,
cultures and the birds singing! Back to life again! It does us
good in the middle of this never-ending desert of shades of
ochre and yellow!
Before entering the valley, we have
nasty surprise: a control anti- "moscas de la fruta", against
the fruit fly (Drosophila). We are still relatively human so we
should get through OK... But our precious fruit will not be
allowed to pass! Since we left Arequipa, we have seen several
panels proudly reporting that this or that village has
eliminated the flies that seem to be a real problem in the
region. Perhaps they are those horrible little gnats that bite,
and leave itchy spots worthy of the most toxic mosquitoes? We
have already suffered, and in this case one can understand
their desire to eradicate them... But strangely, we are not as
enthusiastic when it is a question of our fruit: What do you
mean "potential vectors of the parasite?" But our fruit is
perfectly clean! What? We must destroy it?! We are not allowed
to bring it into the valley? Out of the question to leave it
all with the controllers: we sat in front of the roadblock, and
we ate our four bananas, three grenadines and two lemons front
of the astonished gaze of the officials. Well, waste not, want
not... And moreover we have serious doubts as to the proper
functioning of the system ... On the way out of the town, there
is no roadblock to control the inflow of fruit in the opposite
direction! Would this fly only come from the north? Well, it is
fortunate that our stomachs have a great capacity! (and in a
way we swindled the control didn't we?).
And after replenishing our supplies
in the village market (under the watchful eye of dozens of
curious onlookers, who always ask the same questions again and
again), we set off again for a several days pedalling in the
desert hills of southern Peru. We alternate between zones of
steep climbs and difficult descents, as indicated by explicit
signs "Be carefull! Vertical curve!", and with immense plains,
where the road stretches on to infinity: we are back on the
Panamerican highway! But here, the traffic is much less intense
than Trujillo, and only a few trucks overtake us with a
sympathetic but deafening hoot of their horn. During a lunch
break, we find an unusual shelter: a tiny chapel built by the
roadside, in the middle of nowhere! We have regularly seen
small houses less than 1 m high, surmounted by a cross and
decorated with plastic flowers and ribbons: Peruvians seem to
attach much importance to the memorials of their loved ones
killed on the road...
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But here,
religion is even more involved in prevention: this little
chapel is intended to protect all travellers who stop
there, as explained in a prayer engraved on the walls. In
France, the building would have been abandoned or tagged.
But here, there is a bouquet of freshly cut flowers on the
altar. And what an altar! It is covered with rosaries,
medallions, framed or illuminated pious images, plastic or
paper flowers and the remains of melted candles. Finally a
chapel that is regularly used for something! |
We try to imagine a beefy muscular
lorry driver depositing a small bouquet of roses under an image
of the virgin. This too, is life in Peru!
Our last stop before the border
between Peru and Chile is the city of Tacna, near the coast. We
fill our saddlebags with cheese and fruit because everything is
much cheaper here than in Chile. We also experienced our first
earthquake, which apparently panicked only ourselves, and also
our first interview on the local radio: we improvise with our
approximate Spanish, we surely make the audience laugh!
In the evening
we set up camp between two dunes, just 5 km from the
border. We enjoy the spectacle of a sunset on an old
friend, the Pacific Ocean, which we had left in Trujillo
long ago! Tomorrow we will leave Peru... |
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December 5: Welcome to Chile...
But without fruit!
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We arrive at the border on the
morning of December 5th, leaving the Peruvian desert behind us.
The formalities to leave Peru are simple: an exit stamp on our
passports, and that’s all! However, entering Chile, is
more complicated because... the fruit fly strikes again! We
discover with horror that we are not permitted to bring fruit,
vegetables, dairy products, eggs or meat into Chile. Oh no!
Anticipating the difference in the cost of living, we have done
our shopping in Tacna, and our bags are bursting with fruit,
eggs and cheese! But what can we do? Each bag is automatically
X-rayed... And in front of the eyes of despairing Olivier, the
officials remove all our onions, an avocado, three bananas,
half a cucumber, and worst of all, four huge perfectly ripe
mangoes that we treasured. Olivier attempts the same tactic as
before: "can we eat them here? ". But customs officials surely
want to recuperate the fruit for their own consumption, "No,
it’s forbidden, they must be destroyed." And the mangoes
disappear from our view forever... It was just too much for
Olivier, who ruminates the rest of the day over his lost
treasure: "Four mangoes! Our mangoes! Thieves! Four mangoes!
Perfectly ripe! My mangoes! ". Amanda, sees things a little
differently: "It's wonderful! They did not find the cheese! Nor
the eggs nor our tomatoes! Hurray! "Yes, but four mangoes!" Oh,
he is inconsolable... However, apart from the Fruit
Formalities, our arrival in Chile is simple, a new stamp on the
passports, and here we are in our sixth country! Apart from the
fact that the customs are isolated in the middle of the desert,
they have nothing other in common with those of the Mauritanian
border. Here the buildings are new and spacious, equipped with
scanners and numerous polite officials. It makes a change, even
compared to Peru! We take advantage of our presence in these
modern installations to wash our hair in the lavatory sinks: it
was needed!
And so here we are, clean, our saddle bags a little lighter
(four mangoes!), on the roads of... Chile!
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Eating
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For once, this
section will be very short, because we have already told you
all our Peruvian gastronomic discoveries... And it is not in
the desert that we made new ones!
Let us just say, however, that if the city of Moquegua is
auto-proclaimed the "capital of avovados", we do not agree: we
found the worst avocados in Peru, small, hard and tasteless.
Dare we say that they reminded us of French avocados?
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The worst moments
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- Leaving Francis and Danitza.
- The "descent" of the Andes,
with 800 m of uphill climb per day and a constant headwind
that depressed us.
- Yet another gastroenteritis
for Olivier, with difficult nights between Moquegua and
Tacna.
- Four mangoes!
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The best moments
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- Seeing Danitza arrive at the
top of our hill with the forgotten bag and a bottle of
strawberry juice. It was probably the best moment of our
trip!
- The evenings spent with Nico,
Selma, Francis and Danitza.
- Twice, after responding
patiently to the always identical questions of the curious
onlookers who flock around our bikes, we were offered, with a
big smile, soft drinks or hot cakes: We promise, we will stop
complaining about our "fans" They are adorable!
- The multicoloured desert
landscapes of Peru, and sunsets on our bivouacs, alone in the
world... We will miss Peru!
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A list of GPS positions (towns
or bivouacs) of Globicyclette
Date
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Latitude S (deg min
sec)
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Longitude W (deg min
sec)
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Place
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1/12
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17 13 18.11
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71 05 14.48
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Bivouac Moquegua
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2/12
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17 33 0.74
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71 02 43.14
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Bivouac Camiara
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3/12
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17 55 16.71
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70 22 04.24
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Bivouac Tacna
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4/12
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18 14 10.94
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70 19 20.11
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Bivouac before the border
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5/12
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18 26 20.60
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70 18 19.83
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Bivouac at Arica in Chile
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Sent: Monday, December 24, 2007
2:25 AM
Subject: FELIZ 2008 !
Happy New Year to you all!
This end of year is quite special
for us, we celebrate New Year's Eve in the region of South
Lipez, Bolivia, under our superb little tent. We have bought
garlands to decorate it, and in place of turkey, we have pink
flamingos, but only to photograph however!
Here we are lucky to live through
such spectacular, marvellous and enriching experiences...
which compensate the fact that we are far from our families
for Christmas and New Year. We have thoughts for all of you
though, and we wish you a very happy 2008, with luck, health,
and especially dreams! (that have to come true...).
Thank you to you all, who allowed
us to achieve ours!
Amanda and Olivier (from Uyuni in
Bolivia).
(Click on the 4 digits of
2008 above!!!)
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