After our crazy, stressful, and unexpected three-day “border run” to Bolivia, hoping to receive sixty extra days as a tourist in Peru (and eventually succeeding), Mark and I needed a quiet place to recover. Our next destination was Arequipa, but we were not in a rush.
First, we drove the three hours from the Kasani border to Puno, where we stocked up on groceries. Then, we continued for another two hours to a peaceful, remote lake, Laguna Sara Cocha, to rest and catch up on internet chores. Because the elevation was still quite high, at 13,800ft (4,200m), the nights were cold, so we couldn’t linger too long.
Laguna Sara Cocha
When our trio arrived at the lake, we were happy to find a pretty, free camping spot, surrounded by alpacas and llamas. Perfect!
Imagine our surprise, when at 6am the next morning, a Sunday, we woke up to the sound of hundreds of cars driving by. If we wouldn’t know any better, we’d think we were parked next to a gravel highway! We were baffled by the commotion and brainstormed reasons as to why traffic had picked up so much. Did the inhabitants of the little hamlet nearby all go to church – in their own cars – in Puno? Nope. The cars were driving in the opposite direction, towards no-man’s land. A massive party in the middle of nowhere?
When vehicles surrounded Thirsty Bella and people got comfortable on blankets and in chairs near us, I inquired. Apparently, the annual car rally around the lake took place that day and spectators drove in early to pick good “podium seats”! Unbelievable. Our peace and rest would have to wait until the following day.
We embraced this unusual event and reveled in the families having fun on a Sunday morning and afternoon. By the end of the day, only garbage remained.
Laguna de Salinas
Mark and I decided to take the slow and scenic dirt route to Arequipa, a journey of two days. The views were attractive and we rarely passed another vehicle on the remote stretches.
The gravel road was in decent condition, so we held a steady pace, listening to music through our Starlink satellite internet system and stopping sporadically for photos.
We saw plenty of llamas and alpacas along the way, as well as our first chinchillas.
After an extremely bad and super slow stretch of road surrounding the salt mining town of Salinas Huito, we settled in for the night by this giant salt lake. It was another scenic stop.
At 14,000ft (4,300m) in elevation, it would be the highest we ever camped. We expected a poor night of sleep due to breathing issues and a lot of condensation in the morning. We slept better than anticipated – Maya never suffers from altitude sickness or slow-downs! – but couldn’t believe our eyes when some of the condensation above our heads had actually turned into ice. Inside our home!
Arequipa
The second day of our dirt road adventure brought more scenic views, mostly of the Misti volcano.
We also made a quick stop at a small town, Chiguata, before reaching Arequipa.
It was Halloween (October 31st) and the next day would be a holiday. Something to take into account. We managed to stick to wide enough streets for our truck camper and parked for a couple of nights near a park and roundabout. Not ideal, but it was free, safe, and would do.
Arequipa is called the “White City’ due to its colonial architecture, built with white volcanic rock (sillar). The historic center is small, but worth a visit. Surrounded by four majestic volcanoes, the setting of this city is stunning.
During our two days here, we ventured into town a couple of times with Maya, managed to get our laundry done, and took care of a few work assignments. Then, it was time to explore Colca Canyon.
Colca Canyon
Often used in the same breath as Arequipa, this second-deepest canyon of the world is actually located pretty far away from the White City. Because we’d had great success following dirt roads towards our destinations in Southern Peru, we gave it another try. Big. Mistake. We didn’t believe the mixed reports in our go-to app iOverlander and quickly regretted our decision to follow this road less traveled. It consisted of washboard and pothole after pothole. Progress was slow as we rattled and jerked. Even the views of Volcano Misti from the other side couldn’t cheer us up.
After two hours of bouncing, shifting in our seats, and sighing, we reached pavement again for the last two hours towards our destination, Chivay. This part of the drive was smooth, easy, and stunning, the scenery opening up with incredible mountains, heaps of alpacas, llamas, and vicuñas, and a descent towards Colca Canyon.
Chivay
Our first few nights were spent next to Chivay’s famous hot springs, Termales La Calera. It was late and we were tired when we arrived, but we fully intended to soak in the hot pools the next day. That evening, however, we went through our expenses of October and were shocked by the high amount. We really needed to reduce our spending. This meant skipping the official hot springs…
Luckily, we knew of natural springs in the Rio Colca, which we were camped along. So, one day, we walked Maya east along the river for about an hour and discovered these pools (based on the trash around them). We had the termales all to ourselves – and they were free! We also found a “natural” bath near La Calera, after watching locals appear from there. Initially, it was fun to take a little soak in this tub, but over time, people didn’t take care of it and subsequent visits only grossed us out, especially after a serious rainfall.
From Chivay – the only town in the region with an ATM, fuel stations, and decent produce market – we moved on to Yanque.
Yanque
We managed to get somewhat level in the sloped parking lot of the Uyo Uyo ruins of Yanque, which were free to visit. We did just that later in the afternoon; a decent climb.
A waterfall was located higher up. Since I feared a migraine, exerting myself more at this elevation, Mark and Maya hiked to the falls without me. Apparently, it hadn’t been much further, so I could have easily managed. Instead, I explored the ruins a bit more and stumbled upon a local man and his dogs, setting fire to the dry brush. Was he a farmer? Was this legit? I’d never know since the attendant of the park had gone home.
After a peaceful night, the three of us hiked down towards the canyon and crossed it on a skinny footbridge. This was the shallow part of Colca Canyon, which was deeper than the river valley, where we had soaked in the natural hot springs.
We glanced at some old tombs in the cliffs and continued walking to the town with its interesting-looking cathedral. Tour groups pass through here much earlier, so the vendors were already cleaning up their wares at 9am.
Pinchollo Geyser
With our camper, we followed the potholed road along Colca Canyon, with viewpoints showing fertile lands and an increasingly deeper ravine. Our next destination was another 2,000ft higher: a cool geyser in the middle of nowhere. It was located above 14,000ft (4,300m), so breathing wasn’t the easiest.
Mark, Maya, and I had Pinchollo Geyser to ourselves. It was located at the end of a bouncy, single-lane dirt road. We made sure our dog stayed far away from the bubbling mud and boiling pools of water, while we watched in awe as steam spouted up high, next to an ice-cold river. This would have been a great area to camp in, but high and cold. We decided to move on for the night.
At this point, we had entered the fee area. For 70 soles per person (US$18), we could explore Colca Canyon and its surroundings and hike to the bottom and back. I couldn’t help but wonder why tourists would drive all the way up here first, to then hike steep down for hours and back up the next morning, while they could have walked in the river valley with much more ease and joy in Chivay. I guess the scenery was more dramatic here and the accomplishment grander.
Mirador Cruz del Condor
The night was spent at the condor lookout, but all we saw were cacti and cows. Spotting condors was done before noon. Like clockwork, a couple of these massive birds of prey showed up between 8 and 10am. And so did the crowds. When our patience wore thin and taking photos proved difficult, we left. We could always come back another day.
Mark, Maya, and I checked out a few viewpoints in Cabanaconde and strolled the quiet town. Later in the afternoon, we returned to the Mirador Cruz del Condor, the main condor viewpoint, to work and book more lodgings for when my cousin and her husband arrived in Cusco.
These were extremely busy weeks, during which we tried to combine driving, sightseeing, dog care, daily life commitments, paid work, and figuring out logistics for an upcoming family visit. We also were on a bit of a schedule, since friends were returning to Cusco, from the US, with Amazon packages for us.
It rained during that last afternoon at the mirador, which produced snow on the mountainous peaks around us. We woke up to wonderful, snow-topped scenery and very cooperative condors the following morning.
It was truly magical to not only see, but also hear, these majestic birds – closely related to vultures – swoop by through the canyon. Tons of them.
To get an early start for the long journey to Cusco, we decided to spend our last night at La Calera Hot Springs in Chivay again, after a day of driving and working. Then, we opted for major roads back to Peru’s most popular city.
The trip was a combination of slow, bumpy, muddy roads and pavement that sometimes disappeared. We spotted car wrecks in ravines and two accidents – all on the same day. It is a testament to how Peruvians drive…
After two days on the road, one night camped in a field, and more work commitments, we eventually reached Cusco again on November 10th. It was time to meet up with friends and family!
Next up: Our monthly expense report for December 2023.
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