It was the 1950’s and I was perhaps 7. A simple drawing of a traditional Samoan thatched cottage in my primary school Social Studies book must have been my first real introduction to any concept of a world outside my own environment. It seemed so exotic and the effect of that tantalising little glimpse has never really left me.
Our guide Russell collects us and we realise with a silent WOW, this is just going to be the two of us with him for this adventure expedition. How brilliant is that?
For days Lake Titicaca has been our companion and now we travel out of Puno alongside it towards Bolivia. This is a walk over border from Peru to Bolivia and of course it is up an inevitable hill, still at altitude. Makes me recall the range of different border crossings I have ever made. The main thing … Continue reading Briefly in Bolivia
Road washout between Cusco and Chivay. We either abandon Colca Canyon altogether given our time frame, or take the expensive option and fly into Arequipa. Colca wins so we book another flight. Just a 1 hour hop in the plane through the Andes. As we approach Arequipa, Colca is right there out the window and … Continue reading Colca Canyon
What must it be like to live in a small village already at way over 3,000 metres, where sheer mountains rise up directly above for maybe up to 1,000 to 2,000 metres more like a giant fence of random but all encompassing rock. We have been in this environment for a few days now. … Continue reading Machu Picchu