It was a pretty dangerous drive, the road was covered in black ice, and our van wasn’t exactly the fanciest. We actually came across a guy who’d driven his vehicle off the road and was proper stuck, although luckily not hurt at all.
At the very top off the moutain we stopped for some photos. We were 4,800m above sea level, and it was snowing. I built a stack of wishing stones - a tradition I continue - my wish has yet to come true though. More stacks, perhaps?
We stayed in a tiny little town called Chivay, in the Colca Canyon. It was raining, so we went to the local hot pools to keep warm, and that night we went out for dinner and a show which included a live Andean band, pan pipe etc, and some dancers. I got to dance with them which was both crude and a highlight. Next morning we set out across the valley to watch the early morning ‘Flight of the Condors’ (not to be confused with comedy band, Flight of the Conchords, but equally as amusing). It was pretty magnificent watching the giant birds coasting along on the streams of early morning air, and at one point they even flew direcly above our heads - huge vulturous beasts! Brett prooved expert condor spotter. The canyon itself is truely breathtaking. I cannot even describe it, look at my photos.
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