Peru: Part 1 – river deep, mountain high

And so, dodging the carpet of corn kernels spread out to dry on the bridge that spans the border, we rolled on into Peru. First impressions were dominated by the sudden appearance of ‘motorised mosquitos’ – the ubiquitous mototaxis or tuk tuks of northern Peru.  These buzz along the roads in swarms, swerving through the traffic, and travelling at speeds and in conditions that are clearly well outside their design parameters.  

Northern Peru – home of the mototaxi

Bottoming out – dropping to under 1000m & it’s back to hot conditions – and an abundance of fresh fruit

Billboards? Every second building is plastered with election campaign slogans 

And there has been a big increase in hat size as we move south …

Our movements are always closely tracked

Seeking out the best place for the ‘menu del dia’ – a Peruvian ritual

Peru doesn’t have supermarkets outside of the big cities – so we restock at little stores & markets along the way

At this point we were still planning to hotfoot it south to Huarez and the Cordillera Blanca.  So we decided to ignore the ‘tried and true’ loop via the Inca ruins at Kuelap and opt for a more direct route to Cajamarca.  Of course the ‘shorter distance’ often turns out to be the longer option and this is never more so than in Peru …

It didn’t help that a rest day in San Ignacio did little to fend off a bout of the dreaded stomach lurgy.  Although we did enjoy the unaccustomed luxury of our hotel – splashing out on a US$20 room produced such delights as monogrammed towels, fluffy pillows and bathroom with a fully functioning hot shower.

The less glamorous side of bike touring – Giardia:2 / Gaye:0

Back on the road the next day, turning off the main road & climbing steeply 

If nothing else, our route provided an interesting introduction to Peruvian life – we attracted a lot of (positive) attention, with our progress cheered on in a flurry of waves, shouts and laughter.  Groups of kids would often ‘race’ us up the hills, giggling in delight as they outpaced (on foot) the gringos on their fancy bikes. 

Our arrival in Bambamarca coincided with the weekly market – a Peruvian hat wet dream

Our final night before reaching Cajamarca was spent in the little town of Huaygayoc.  Accommodation options were less than inviting, so we resorted to the police station where they directed us to the nearby sports stadium.  Apart from a nasty moment at 5am when we thought the local brass band was about to join us in the stadium for band practice, we had a peaceful night.

Luckily no games were scheduled for the night we arrived

It’s scary when you’re so tired & thirsty that you down half a bottle of soft drink before you check the label …

Leaving our sports stadium camp in Huaygayoc for a muddy ride to Cajamarca

In Cajamarca we settled in to a huge room in a creaky old colonial building overlooking the impressive Plaza de Armas. Peruvians seem to have a bit of a love affair with brass bands, and on our day off it was non stop parading around the Plaza. Unfortunately they only seem to know the one tune.

Random celebrations involving police & military troops take over the Plaza de Armas in Cajamarca

Followed by a peaceful morning 

By now we had accepted that there wasn’t going to be a ‘quick & dirty’ route to Huarez.  We threw out the plan of being there for Ed’s 65th birthday and headed off to explore some back roads.  Actually, even the ‘main’ road in this part of Peru is a narrow dirt road where a passing vehicle is a bit of an event.  First up – a couple of days winding through rural countryside and little villages, arriving each night at a small town.

Lots of mudbrick – the main material for building construction in this part of Peru

And women walking along the road, spinning wool as they return from the fields

Into a town – & the usual central plaza with weird topiary creations

Morning light & rainbow buildings in Cachicaidan

Taking the ‘short-cut’ option

Big cemetery in the middle of nowhere – what happened?

Passing through a random village – just as the shared taxi pulls in

Well behaved dogs are a rarity here – the aggressive dog attacks have definitely escalated in Peru

Plaza, kids, dogs – standard Peruvian village

The joy of looking at a climb we aren’t going to ride

The craziest of switchbacks to descend to the Rio Tablachaca

We’d come up with a cunning plan to ride the seasonal track that follows the river through the Tablachaca canyon.  I’d asked a few people locally whether the route was passable and all had nodded in agreement – possibly suggesting that they had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.

Entering the Rio Tablachaca canyon – what could possibly go wrong?

Fun riding along a rough track in the canyon

Feeling small with the canyon walls high above

After camping overnight by the river, we made it around 6 km before things fell apart.  More accurately, the track abruptly disappeared over a 15 m cliff where a 200-300m section had collapsed into the river. Backtracking a few hundred metres we eventually found a spot where we could climb down.  It was a toss up whether to backtrack out to the main road & climb the hill up to Pallasca, or to try and forge our way through. The scales were tipped when Ed climbed down to the river for a recce and found a bike tyre track – clearly some other idiot had found themselves in the same situation and had pushed on …

You know it’s going to be a long day when you start twisting tent guy lines together to make a ‘rope’ …

Getting ourselves & gear down to river level

Sometimes your bike carries you – and then sometimes you carry the bike

Nothing dodgy about this bridge …

It took us about three hours to negotiate our way past the ‘missing chunk of road’ section – clambering over the rocks shuttling each piece of gear as far as we could each time.  Eventually we made it to where the track used to be.  From there we managed to push/drag/manhandle the bikes along the riverbed to a makeshift bridge.  There were a few people in this area living in shanties and panning for gold along the river.  Once across the river we thought the worst was over, but the ‘track’ soon disappeared under a series of huge landslides, which meant another hour or so of ferrying gear across loose rocks – we were knackered by this point so there was a fair bit of stumbling, swearing and falling over and leaving chunks of skin behind.  Eventually we found a defined track and sped downriver to where it intersected with the road. 

But it’s not over yet …

Saved! – a narrow ribbon of road winds its way along the edge of the canyon

The landscape becoming more ‘wild west’ as we descend …

An old abandoned mine adds to the desolate feeling

A landscape dotted with cacti and abandoned & crumbling mudbrick buildings

Bicycles are generally more of the utilitarian model here

After the barren desolation of the canyon it was a bit of a shock to reach the road junction at Chiquicara and find a dusty outpost with numerous food stalls.  We stopped briefly to refuel and then headed off along the river to find a bushcamp

Camping along the river

The next day was spent climbing up the valley through the narrow and precipitous Pato Canyon – the single lane road clinging to the rock wall with a dizzying plunge off into the river on the other side.  Dozens of narrow pitch black tunnels added some extra edginess to the ride, fortunately traffic was light.    

Canyons & tunnels – heading for the Callejón de Huaylas valley and Carhuaz

And waterfalls, lots of waterfalls

Village snack stop on the road up the valley to the Cordillera Blanca mountains

Arriving in the midst of the weekly market was a perfect introduction to the hats of the Peruvian highlands. The town was overflowing with campesinos (peasant farmers) from surrounding villages – the women all dressed in their Sunday best, with layers of petticoats, a kaleidoscope of colourful shawls, dangling earrings, necklaces, glittering hair clips and outrageously tall hats …

Mountains? We arrive in Carhuaz during the Sunday market & can’t see past the amazing, fabulous hats



And then we headed off into the mountains – up next, the Cordillera Blanca Triple Cross …

 

Rubber side down,

Ed & Gaye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8 Comments

  1. Prita

    wow, that looked seriously tough. How amazing that you kept on and stayed alive. May the road ahead be where you expect it :-)

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    1. Gaye Bourke

      Cheers Prita, we were relieved to make it out the other side! I’m used to pushing my bike these days, but that day was another level!

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  2. Debbie Farner

    Well Peru has definitely left its mark in you two. What an amazingly country. Love all the colors. You two are something else. Love it that you are truely seeing the backcountry. Ha ha.
    Be safe and hope that th bike continues to carry you and not the opposite anymore. Hugs.

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    1. Gaye Bourke

      Thanks Debbie, Peru has certainly been an experience! Much as we like the BOB trailers, it gets messy when you can’t even push your bike, much less ride it! Great scenery though x

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  3. Bob H

    Wow! Incredible topography and scenery! Hike a bike looked very tough, especially with the BOB trailers and gear. Looking forward to your next post. Stay safe.

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    1. Gaye Bourke

      Thanks Bob, yes the BOB trailers lose their appeal when it’s time to carry! But happily the next section in the Cordillera Blanca was all bike/hike-able…

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  4. Cat

    Well done guys, what a slog you got through! Happy birthday to Ed and keep having a wonderful adventure for me!

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    1. Gaye Bourke

      Thanks Cat, we survived the canyon & the mountains, currently cruising on the altiplano at 4000m – maybe I should have stocked up on more alpaca woolies!

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