Woman haggling at the market

Machu Picchu y Sacred Valley

One of the Modern 7 Wonders of the World, Machu Picchu is the undisputed main event in Peru. A quick #machupicchu search on Instagram reveals a daily photo deluge of gringos in wide-brimmed hats and ponchos, llamas and Peruvian school children proving that they’ve been to the Incan citadel. If you follow us on IG, you’ll have seen our proof…

While Machu Picchu played a key role, it was not the only highlight in the Sacred Valley. Our adventure started in the Inca capital, the “Puma City” of Cusco.


The city of Cusco
Cusco from the hills

Our home-from-home, Cusco will end up as the city in which we have spent the most time by the time we say goodbye to South America. At 15 days/14 nights, we’ve seen a lot of what it offers; it has been a base for day excursions into the nearby valleys; and the hostels and hotels have been a backpack storage solution for our travels further afield. The barrio of San Blas was where we chose to settle, which is a district steeped in history, has great places to eat and drink, and is a short walk to the main tourist attractions.

Umbrellas in Cusco
Umbrellas only required occasionally

The city of Cusco was wonderful. For a place its size, it enveloped us into its warm, winding streets, artisanal “Concept Stores” and world-beating chocolate caliente; the darker the chocolate, the better the flavour.

It’s also a city that contained, and was surrounded by, a huge amount of history.

Travel tip: if you have more than 72 hours in the city,  purchase a Boleto Turistico del Cusco for 130 soles. This ticket gives you access to 16 sites and museums in the Sacred Valley Saqsaywaman, Q’enqo, Puka Pukara, Tambomachay, Ollantaytambo, Moray, Chinchero, Pisaq, Tipon, Pikillaqta, Monumento a Pachacuteq, Centro Qusqo de Art Nativo and Museos Art Popular, Historico Regional, Arte Contemporaneo, Sitio Qurikancha. Many of the sites that are outside of Cusco can be reached on day trips.

Saqsaywaman, Q’enqo, Puka Pukara and Tambomachay

All of these sites were on the outskirts of Cusco, and our first excursion was to Saqsaywaman, which can be reached on foot from San Blas. The site was huge, with a number of different miradors of the city, as well as some very well-preserved Inca walls. In general, the masonry on show in Cusco was very impressive, not just in Saqsaywaman.

Our next trip was to the other three sites. After a lot of haggling, we got a taxi to Tambomachay for 17 soles. Our advisor in iPeru said that we could walk there, but we would not recommend it because you would need to climb up a very steep hill.

Conversely, the hike downhill back to Cusco was great. The route took us along the main road, which only had a few cars passing through the small villages; this was an easy way to see the three sites on the tourist ticket. Overlooking Cusco, there was also a beautiful forest near Q’enqo, which provided an excellent vantage point for photos. This excursion was around 6 miles, and the distance added to the time taken to explore the Inca ruins resulted in a full morning trip.

Cusco did provide one scare, and remind us how the Andes came to be. A few days into our stay, we were woken up in our 4th floor apartment by a Richter Scale 6.49 earthquake. Everything was shaking. Sunday mornings are supposed to be restful, not utterly terrifying.

Machu Picchu 

Daisy looking at Machu Picchu
Sans poncho

During our time in Peru we have become more comfortable taking excursions without guides. Frankly, it goes to show how easy the country is to travel, with only the distances and night buses being the main drawback. Nevertheless, Machu Picchu was very easy to book and travel, and the distances were short enough to make it a comfortable experience.

Machu Picchu Self-Guide Itinerary

  • Machu Picchu entrance ticket & added ticket to hike Machu Picchu Mountain: 200 soles per person
  • PeruRail Vistadome train from Cusco Poroy Station to Aguas Calientes: $75 USD p/p
  • Taxi to Poroy Station: 25 soles
  • Inka Wonder Hostel private room in Aguas Calientes: 110 soles (inc. ensuite and breakfast from 4:00 am)
  • Machu Picchu Museum ticket: 11 soles p/p
  • Machu Picchu bus to Aguas Calientes: $40 p/p

After much deliberation, we decided to go with Peru Rail over Inca Rail due to price. Cusco Poroy Station at 8:55 am on the Vistadome train to Aguas Calientes was fantastic. The Vistadome seats had windows above, which allowed for great views of the Sacred Valley, and even though the journey was only around 3 hours, it was an attraction in-and-off itself.

We departed the train around lunch and had a half-day to kill in Aguas Calientes, which was very chilled because we had a big day the following day. We did go to the Machu Picchu Museum, which was a great idea in hindsight because we got a map of the site and a complete history of the site. Win!

The Day of Machu Picchu Hike

3:45: Our Machu Picchu day started at an eye-watering 3:45 am and 2040m. We’d arranged to have breakfast at 4:30, however upon glancing out of the window we saw the rain was pelting it down, which delayed us by an hour. “Let’s not get soaked before we get to the entrance” we decided.

5:20: We were on our way, the rain just about stopped. Aguas Calientes to the entrance of the mountain trail was a 30 minute walk, and most people chose the bus option so we had much of the walk to ourselves. The only frustration on the way up the mountain trail were the school kids playing loud reggaeton on their smartphones and taking photos of us. Why does no one in South America have sodding headphones?

7:20: The climb up to 2430m to the citadel was over, but we only had a short rest and photo opportunity of Machu Picchu shrouded in clouds before we started the ascent up to Machu Picchu Mountain. “It can’t be that difficult?” we thought.

8:20: Just over halfway up the mountain and it was way more difficult than we had thought. Thankfully, the rain hadn’t started again so the steps up to the summit weren’t slippery. We also met Alfonso, an eccentric Ecuadorian bloke who was in Peru to watch the partido, and he made the climb much easier. It was here where I made my first joke in Spanish…Duolingo was paying off.

9:00: A few more steps to go and we reached the top of the mountain, and were standing at a cool 3064m, making our ascent of over 1000m in less than 4 hours. Crisps and biscuits were devoured and then it was a waiting game to get “that picture” of Machu Picchu. “When were the clouds going to clear? It won’t be that long, surely?”

11:00: It was amazing to be on the summit of a mountain and see the valleys below, however 2 hours standing up looking at clouds dissipate was the hiking equivalent of watching paint dry. Nevertheless, we got “that photo” and began our descent. Not 5 minutes into the steps downwards and Daisy’s knee gave up, so I removed my sweaty knee brace and lent it to her. Delightful.

12:30: Ouch, step, rest. Ouch, step, rest. 90 minutes later and we were at the wooden shack entrance to the mountain. More biscuits, selfies and a short rest, and it was time to explore the citadel.

15:00: Machu Picchu citadel was so interesting. We spent a lot more time exploring the many different parts than other people who had guides, which was a blessing because we were knackered. After a few hours walking around taking photos, we decided to meander our way back to Aguas Calientes. We also chose the bus as an option because of our knees…

Photos and videos on the internet do not do justice to Machu Picchu. Yes, you will want to get “that photo”, but the citadel had a lot more impact on us than we thought before going into the experience. The audacity to build a city perched on top of a mountain is a true feat of human ingenuity.

One additional point of interest is the town of Aguas Calientes. Not often mentioned, Machu Picchu “base camp” was pretty awful, save for an excellent craft beer and burger restaurant called Mapacho. Aguas Calientes felt like a mini Vegas, or a new theme park in on the outskirts of the M25. Either way, if you plan on making a go of Machu Picchu yourself, spend as little time here as possible.


Possibly our favourite place in the Sacred Valley, the small town of Ollanta was a short train journey from Aguas Calientes. It’s not in the cloud forest, which meant very little rain, and a chance to enjoy the sunshine in our hostel’s garden. Mama Simona was slightly out of town but easily walk-able, and was so good we extended our stay by a night.

The immediate area around Ollanta had lots to see, with the main attractions rising up on either side of the town; the Ollantaytambo Ruins (70 soles or included on the tourist ticket) and the Grain Stores (free entry between 7:30-16:00). After an early morning breakfast, we opted to visit the former, which not only was a fantastic ruins to explore, but we missed the tourist rush and had the place to ourselves for thirty minutes. The early bird and all that. 

 Our hostel recommended a restaurant in the main square – Apu Asugate – which did the menu turistico, a 3-course meal for 15 soles. That’s less than 4 quid! It was a family-owned place, and the food was muy bien. We ate there twice and have no problem admitting that!

Moray, Maras Salt Mines and Chinchero

Our final jolly through the Valley was a day trip to Moray RuinsMaras Salt Mines and ending on what we thought would be two nights in Chinchero.  

Moray was undoubtedly our favourite tourist attraction beginning with “M” on that day. The ruins are set into the base of a small mountain and are surrounded by amazing views. Also, and perhaps our most interesting fact from Peru, historians have a number of theories as to why Moray exists. Our favourite is that the terraces were used by Incan famers to perform agricultral experiements! Apparently, the temperature can drop as much as 5 deg C for each terrace, making the perfect way to test how to grow the best fruit and vegetables. Interesting!    

After spending an hour in Moray, Dante con su familia drove us to Chinchero, via Maras. The salt mines in Maras were an odd tourist attraction. Of course, the story behind the centuries-old, Inca salt mine was super intriguing. Salty water is channeled from the nearby mountains into flat pans the traverse the edge of a cliff. 

One frustrating thing that we witnessed in Maras was the behaviour of a handful of tourists. Of course it’s a unique site, but it is also a working salt mine, and I am sure that the workers and owners would rather not have people walking all over the salt pans to get selfies. 

A few audible tuts and visible displays of disbelief later, we were in the taxi on our way to Chinchero.


In Chinchero, our bed for two nights was supposed to be in Chinchero Boutique Hotel. To our horror, upon arriving we discovered that the lights were not on and indeed no one was home. Date and his wife hammered on the door for twenty minutes but we were out of luck. It was our first “Holidays from Hell” (ITV, circa 2004) experience! 

We gave up and asked Dante to drop us at the only other hotel in the area, the significantly more expensive Casa de Barro. Perhaps we were in luck after all, as Antonio and his staff/family at Barro were amazing. The hotel, and Chinchero itself, were clearly a day-trip stop, and once all of the Cusco-bound gringos left the restaurant, Antonio turned off the Peruvian panpipe music and replaced it with early 90s techno

Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong, call him Mr. Vain.

Mr. Vain – Culture Beat, 1993

Antonio had great music taste.

The main draw to Chinchero was the Sunday market. Every week, the little pueblo hosts many local, rural communities who sell their produce, crafts and skills. On show was the centuries-old bartering techniques of the local women; it sounded like a fight was starting before we realised it was a debate over the cost of flower petals. 

Before we left, we bought a few Christmas presents to various friends and family, and Dante picked us up for our last half-an-hour to Cusco.

If you are still reading, thanks for sticking around. This post was lost twice, which is why it is a bit late. The next part of our adventure began not long after we got back to Cusco, but instead of being high in the Andes we actually went to deepest, darkest Peru.

The Amazon Rainforest.

Until then.


Daisy and Ian on top of Colca

Arequipa y Colca: monjas y rutas de senderismo

Arequipa, Peru’s second most populous city, oozed with historical importance while also being an obvious hub for thrillseekers; look out of a window in any tall-ish building and you will be greeted by one of three surrounding mountains.  

Misti Mountain towering over Arequipa

The city had a bustling, verging on hectic feel. As we soaked in the atmosphere, it slowly began to remind both of us of Trujillo, only bigger and prettier. Spoiler alert, but outside of Cusco, the Plaza de Armas in Arequipa was the most beautiful that we’d experienced in Peru up to that point. The central grass, flowers and fountain were strafed by bars, restaurants and a convenient el Super – the freshly-baked bread reminded us of home and was available from 10:30am – which we visited most mornings to stock up on essentials, and never ice cream for 2 soles. 

Of the many cultural experiences available to visit in the city, and after a lot of discussion, we opted for two; the Santa Catalina Monastery for a window into a working nunnery, and the Alpaca Museum for a window into, arguably, the most cute of South America’s camelids.

Despite being 40 soles each, the Monastery offered an interesting look into how the Catholic Church maintains what can only be described as a patriarchal hold over the women that dedicate their lives to their God. From tiny rooms to underwear made of barbed wire, the beautiful architecture of the centuries old building retains a difficult past.

Fortunately, the residents in the Alpaca Museum did not have to suffer such abuses. While we were unsure of what to expect, on arrival, we were ushered away from the shop, which based on prior experience was odd, and sent towards our furry friends. There were six alpacas lounging in the sun, sadly not close enough for a cuddle. The museum told the history of alpaca farming in South America. Nevertheless, we saw how the shorn alpaca wool is graded by hand, and then walked through a collection of machines that cleaned and sorted the wool, then turned bunches into yarn. Personally, I never thought yarn would be so interesting. 

Post-museums we headed up to a rooftop bar that some friends had told us about; it was one of those “head to this corner, then go up some stairs into a restaurant and a woman will take you through a dilapidated bar onto the roof” type recommendations. Not only did this hidden gem serve amazing chocolate caliente, but the Andean sunsets were out of this world. 

Daisy looking at a sunset on a rooftop bar
Rooftop sunsets galore

Colca Canyon

Our bags at the top of Colca Canyon

Outside of the cultural significance, one of the mains draws to Arequipa is to use the city as a base while joining hundreds of other gringos in Colca Canyon. However, what we didn’t know before we got to Arequipa was that we would opt to self-guide the canyon; living by our own recommendations at last! Hours of research took us from a starting point of 3D/2N guided tour to 2D/1N self-guided hike; our chosen route was –

  • Day 0: Arequipa (6hr bus) > Cabanaconde (sleep)
  • Day 1: Colca 1200m decent (10.5km / 5hrs) > Llahuar (sleep)
  • Day 2: Colca 1200m accent (10.5km / 6hrs 15mins) > Cabanaconde (6hr bus) > Arequipa

Self-Guided Return Hike to Llahuar

We left Arequipa on the 11:25 Reyna bus scheduled to stop in Chivay before arriving in Cabanaconde. The Terminal Terrestre (travel tip: 7 soles taxi from Plaza de Armas, make sure to negotiate) was busy and we were delayed, which didn’t dampen spirits. 

On the journey, Daisy got through the majority of season one of Serial, and I some of season one of Quickly Kevin, will he score? The 90s Football Podcast, which passed the time before we arrived in Cabanaconde. The town is used as the main hub for hikers and adventurers of Colca Canyon; there isn’t much there, and expect to pay increased prices for snacks and water. Leg stretches, carb-loading at dinner and an early night.

Alarm at 6:15am: no snooze!

Before we left, we bought a Colca map from Pachamama Hostel (10 soles), which told us that the return hike to Llahuar was not recommended due to the accent – it’s much further than Sangalle, the oasis town also at the canyon’s bottom. Of course, we took the advice as a challenge and left for Llahuar at 8:15am.

The decent took us over agricultural land occupied by American Kestrels and Andean Condors; winding down rocky switchbacks; over rickety, old wooden bridges and along stretches of cliff edge that had unparalleled views of the canyon. The most difficult stretch of the hike was before the Geyser and bridge at the bottom of the canyon; 90 minutes of steep, blister-inducing gradient that got tiresome by the time we reached the bottom.

Daisy and Ian on top of Colca

An hour beyond the bridge, and post snack break, we arrived at Llahuar, a tiny place famous for hot springs. There were two places to sleep there – the bigger Llahuar Lodge and Casa de Virginia, which was smaller and our home for the night. Owned by a small family, Casa de Virginia was a little bit of escapism after a tiring day. We were made to feel incredibly welcome, with lunch and dinner made at our request; pasta, rice and more carbs please! We even got to pick fruit from their orange grove to eat fresh. Delicious!

Our room was a 7x7ft stone shack with no electricity, which needed candles to light at night. It was very rustic, and despite the barking dogs and crawling insects, we both slept well!

Breakfast at 5am
Banana pancakes, coffee and tea. A breakfast of champions!

After a 6:00 am departure, on our 1200m accent we were fueled for at least 3 hours by our banana pancakes, and until hour 5, it was “fairly easy going”. We powered up the sections that we thought would be tough, which allowed for strategic photo and water breaks. Clearly our memories of the previous day were hazy because after hour 5 we began to struggle; perhaps we should have listened to the map…

As we stopped for our final snack break, we bumped into some new friends – Huacachina Wild Rover buddies – who were heading down the canyon; they looked far more spritely than us, the pain fairly obvious on our faces. It took some mental strength, but the final hour was hiked and we arrived back at Cabanaconde after 6 hours and 15 minutes.

Selfie after the hike
Did it! Now, where is the bus…

With the benefit of hindsight, perhaps we would have stayed an extra night in the Canyon because it was so beautiful. Nevertheless, Cusco wasn’t going to see itself, and after a night in a complete dive hostel – Flying Dog Arequipa 1/5 – we hopped on our 5:15 am bus and headed to the Sacred Valley.

Cloudy Machu Picchu

Next up, Cusco, and that fairly unknown cultural site in the Sacred Valley. What’s it called? Machu something.

Until next time.


Lima, dunas de arena y cerveza

It feels like an age since we immortalised a few days of our Peru experience. The last time we spoke we had just settled into Lima, which was a welcome change to the mountainous Huaraz.

Majestic Miraflores, Bohemian Barranco & Culinary Central

Staying in Miraflores and having the Pacific coast to traverse every morning was a pleasure. The walk south to Barrio Barranco was lined with parks, quirky architecture – for an unknown reason evoking feelings of GTA Vice City – and a surprising number of different birds; red ones, blue-eyed ones and ones of the humming variety. And pigeons. Further south, Barranco itself was far more arty, with coffee shops, artisanal restaurants and much older architecture, much of it in desperate need of repair. Although the dilapidation does add to the huge amount of charm Barranco possesses.

When we weren’t walking around museums, looking at art or learning about the many pre-Incan communities, we were eating. As an early Christmas treat, and as a counterbalance to the regular dinners of tomato, onion & pasta, we managed to snag a lunch service at Restaurant Central, featured on Netflix’s Chef’s Table.


Altitude food was on the menu; from sea bed to mountain top. For us, every dish had new fruit, vegetables and fish to eat, and it was not always entirely pleasant. There was also something quite theatrical about the food; without trying to sound pretentious, it was culinary storytelling, highlighted by Course 8 – High Valley: 2800m. Raw prawns, lukewarm brown broth and cool mushy avocado. It literally felt like we were consuming a river bank. Fascinating.


If you know us and our travel history, you will know that we often find ourselves in odd situations. At Central, this historical trend was not bucked. As Course 7 arrived – Coastal Foothills: 450m – an American woman on the table adjacent to us screamed

“Is anybody here a doctor?”

“She is.”

As I pointed at Daisy, I thought “sorry, it’s not my fault I am a proud husband.”

Obviously overcome by the thought of eating piranha skin, the American’s compatriat had collapsed. As thirty minutes passed by, and Course 7 was removed from our place settings in hushed tones, the restaurant continued to serve meals while a gringo lay on the floor, being comforted by another gringo. Long story short, the volunteer fire officers turned up to treat the stricken American, Daisy returned and Course 7 was re-served to us. Thankfully, the rest of lunch had us eat our courses as soon as they were served. And no one else collapsed.

A few days in Lima ended up being quite eventful, all things considered.

Deserts, dunes and dancing to Oasis in an oasis

We had already decided to book the second half in Peru with Peru Hop; one ticket, a number of key destinations on the Gringo Trail, and the flexibility to change travel plans last minute seemed like an attractive prospect, especially after spending hours stressing about buses for the first 3 weeks. After a short stop in the Peru Hop office, and a few hundred dollars later, we had our wristbands as well as tickets to Paracas, Huacachina and Nazca!

Our first “hop on” was an early start from Miraflores, destination: Paracas. Before we arrived we hopped off at the Chincha Tunnels for a sombre tour through a small section of 17km of slave tunnels outside Lima. The 18th Century San Jose Hacienda was home to a family who owned thousands of slaves forced to work in the cotton and sugar fields. The evidence of this horrific time in human history were uncomfortably screwed to the walls. According to our guide, the owner of this Hacienda was brutal; when the government passed legislation to give freedom to the slaves of Peru, the owner hid the truth for over a decade. He met his end on the front steps of the Hacienda when the slaves found out the truth, removing his head in the process. As we made our way back to the bus we were both quiet. Walking around San Jose was a thought-provoking experience.

Hop on, hop off; Paracas.

Paracas, a tiny, walled beach town, is located just outside a massive, desert nature reserve, the boundaries of which extend into the ocean; Isla Ballestas, off the coast, is nicknamed the “poor man’s Galapagos“, and is home to a lot of bird and marine life. As you know, we spent 3 weeks in the real Galapagos, so decided to save our soles (we took the free Peru Hop Reserve tour) and spent our extra time playing Rummy and organising our backpacks in the hostel; Kokopelli Paracas had a decent vibe, and the mixed dorm rooms had “pods” rather than bunk beds. Privacy maintained.

Hop on, hop off; Huacachina.

We’d heard mixed reviews of Huacachina; located 10 minutes outside Ica, this tiny town surrounds a desert oasis, which itself is surrounded by enormous sand dunes. It’s a one-road-in-and-out location, which, as alumni of UEA and University of Portsmouth respectively, is a geographical scenario that causes people to go a little loco.

The desert oasis has the reputation of being a party town, and the weekend on which we arrived was Peru Hop‘s 5th birthday; the Irish owners of the transport company threw 3 days of festivities at the newly-opened Wild Rover Hostel. After a night of “celebrating Peru Hop‘s birthday”, Daisy rolling back the years with a rendition of “Wannabe” while dancing on the bar, a club beckoned; for a town that has 97 inhabitants, the 1000+ attendees of this club was a surprising sight. If a picture speaks a thousand words, then this one is a novel –

Accidental Renaissance

Scrambled eggs, chicken sandwiches and sandboarding filled the itinerary for Saturday. Our hostel provided the sandboards and a dune buggy driver, who drove like an absolute maniac. Hanxiety was usurped by the overwhelming fear that our lives were to end that afternoon; the ride was bone-rattling, fast and uncontrolled. Ignorantly, we asked our driver if he needed a license or special training to drive a buggy in the dunes. Or if he’d ever rolled it. You can guess the answers.

During our adrenal downtime, we relaxed at our hostel – Banana’s Adventure – and spent it with new friends; three Mancunians, a fellow Hertfordshirian (? that doesn’t look correct…) and a lad from Florida/Texas. We navigated many conversational topics, yet only hovered around Brexit and Trump twice. Result.

Hop on, hop off; Nazca.

We actually changed our plans for Nazca. Originally, we wanted to spend the night in the town and take a flight over the lines the following morning, but after speaking to fellow travellers and reading up on the aviation experience, we decided thirty, vomit-inducing minutes didn’t sound as good as climbing the tower and then continuing overnight to Arequipa.

Travel tip: the Nazca Lines themselves cover such a huge expanse of desert that it is possible to see just a few. Before committing, we recommend reading up on the flight safety record, the Lines and the town of Nazca, as they all have hugely varying reviews. We are glad it was just a short stopover for us.

Thankfully, Gonzalo, our Airbnb host, let us check-in to our apartment at 6am, so after an overnight bus we decided that the first order of the day was a long nap. Exploring the second-largest city in Peru, Arequipa, could wait until later.

Until next time.



Alta altitud: vida in los Andes

Dog sitting by a house

Since last time, we’ve experienced the highs and lows of Peru; Chachapoyas, 2335 metres above sea level; to Trujillo, 34m; to Huaraz, 3052m; finally, Lima, 154m, which is where we find ourselves ahora.

Prior to our arrival in Peru, we’d fretted about the impact that high altitude has on humans; it’s common knowledge that the higher you are, the lower the partial pressure of oxygen, so simple things like walking up a slight incline can feel like a HIIT class.

With that front of mind, we felt that the best-and-only way to fight the altitude was to pack our schedule with brutally early cultural trips; night buses that cut across indecisive roads; and “very high” altitude, multi-kilometre hikes up-and-over mountains. Frankly, we only kept up high spirits through a blend of fatigued laughs, regretful beers and “sandwiches con queso y palta”. Vamos hard or vamos home.

Warriors of the Clouds

City centre at night
Chachapoyas en la noche

Chachapoyas – named after the Andean cloud forests near which it is situated – despite being home to approximately 4500 “Warriors of the Clouds”, was a city that never slept. The main centre – all four blocks squared of it – was in a perpetual state of motion! Nevertheless, it was also unbelievably safe, and we felt very welcomed by the local people, a few times with handshakes and tapped hats.

We developed an instant familiarity with the city, and our hostel, Chachapoyas Backpackers, became our home-from-home. The only small issue was the shared bathroom; the closest one to our room was in the reception area, and our increased water consumption – a means to combat altitude sickness – meant more frequent trips to visit Armitage Shanks. The hostel owners must maintain the belief that all gringos have weak bladders. Or diabetes.

In the city, we sampled a few Peruvian delights – lomo saltado (stir-fried beef with vegetables); tacu tacus (fried rice and beans); and lasagne (…); though one will stay front of mind: Amazonas 632. The restaurant had a Peruvian-combined-International menu. However, what made this place special, like the best Harvester or Toby Carvery in the UK, were the crayons and illustrations on the tables; buho (owl) drawings doubled-up as our placemats. One lunch and two dinners came with extra-large portions of mindfulness, which is why we don’t regret going back for the third time.

While we were in the region, we took two tours. Both of these trips – Kuelap ruins and Gocta Waterfall – involved bumpy bus journeys, and in hindsight, the overwhelming nausea that we felt was likely another manifestation of the altitude.


Kuelap was a cultural wonder. The 700 metre-long, abandoned village, constructed over millenia (500AD-1500AD), was perched precariously atop a mountain. The location; the views from the village; the history; and how nature had taken over the ruins, were jaw-dropping, and a photographer’s dream. It’s an absolute must-visit, and we can see why people call it the “Machu Picchu of the North”.

It could have been a trip highlight on a different day. Unfortunately, we had the Peruvian Lee Evans as a guide, which is to say a high-energy, somewhat irritating comedian (a term used loosely here) who didn’t engage our group. The day was meandering, and it felt like the ruins played second fiddle to our guide’s repeatedly bad jokes. We also got back to our backpackers very late; the road out of Chachapoyas was closed daily between 2-6pm for roadworks and we just missed the access. In total, we spent 8 hours on the bus that day, which was less than ideal.

Lunch near the waterfall

Luckily, we had booked to go on the Gocta Waterfall tour 48 hours later, which, while gruelling, was an amazing experience. These cataratas fall in the “biggest 20 on Earth” list, and despite some questionable time and distance estimations from everyone involved with this hike, plodding up-and-down mountain ridges, through the high jungle and around small Andean villages, and seeing the famous Cock of the Rock, turned out to be one of the most fun treks we’ve done in Peru. So far.

After four nights, it was time to leave our mountain home behind, and we felt like our Peru highlight reel was getting longer.

Humbled on Sunday

Trujillo for us will always be remembered as the Sunday that we met Luis, a 21 year old Venezuelan, who had fled his home country to find work in Peru.

Upon advice from our surly hotel manager, we found ourselves hailing “colectivos” – publicly-owned 16-seater minibuses – without any luck. After nearly an hour, Luis, who was also heading to the nearby beach town of Huanchaco, asked if we wanted to travel together. A seatbelt-less taxi (this is common) and twenty minutes later, we were in the sun on the beach learning more about our new friend.

It’s amazing how much you can learn about one person, a whole country, and even an entire continent, through a conversation about football. Luis, a Liverpool fan, talked through the nuances of the Venezuelan national team (it’s rubbish); supporting an English team in a country that is fanatical about Real Madrid or Barcelona; and the epic rivalries between Colombia-Venezuela, Brazil-Argentina and Chile-Perú. Over lunch, we told him about life in London and the UK, bonded over travel experiences, and found out more about his family back home. Our light-hearted banter about football was interspersed with darker stories of the situation in Venezuela, which both saddened and humbled both of us.

After lunch, we took a local bus to Chan-Chan to visit more ruins, located on the outskirts of Huanchaco. Luis had only been in Peru for three months, and this was the first time he’d been anywhere other than Lima or Trujillo, so it was nice to experience these new places for the first time as a group. After a quick beer back in the city, we followed each other on IG and said our goodbyes.

As for the city of Trujillo, it felt busy and dirty, but it had its own custom version of “charm”. The central district, close to the Plaza de Armas, was colourful, bustling, and possessed a one-way system that made it safe to take photos of the interesting architecture that strafed the pavements.

Departure day saw an early morning photoshoot of the city before we had a very lazy afternoon; we paid for a late checkout and caught up on Bake Off, The Apprentice (don’t judge) and Taskmaster because we knew that Huaraz was going to be very busy.

More mindfulness at Trujillo Terminal

At seven hours, the night bus to Huaraz was the shortest overnight journey that we’d taken, but they still managed to show two extremely loud movies, much to our annoyance. 3 hours sleep and an increase of 3000 metres: what a great start to the week.

Old faces in new places

Apart from the Laguna 69 hike, another big reason that we visited the Cordillera Blanca was meet up with family from home, who also happened to be in Peru at the same time as us.

View from El Pinar

As mentioned, Huaraz sits at an oxygen-sapping 3052 metres above sea level, so while we went to the region to hike, we couldn’t start straight away. In the four nights/five days, we all walked over 100,000 steps across three different hikes, increasing in difficulty, that finished with the epic Laguna 69 (4604m, 11.4% oxygen). Breaking the hike down into anything worth reading is difficult, so rather than labouring the point, here are some favoured shots from our day. We did see an avalanche though, which was bucket list stuff.

Unless you are a seasoned hiker, we do not recommend landing in Huaraz and heading up to Laguna 69, Churup or Shallap. These all sit around 4400m, which was savage for us even after a few days in the region.

There are a few one-day acclimatisation hikes that can be done from Huaraz though, such as the 2 hour hike to Laguna Wilcacocha (south; 15 minutes in Colectivo 10 from central Huaraz; 2 soles), or the 6km Wilcahuain ruins (north-east; 10 minutes in a taxi to El Pinar; 10 soles). If you visit in October, expect daily early afternoon rain deluges, so pack for all weathers; sun cream and waterproofs!

Travel tip: from our limited experience so far, if you have safe weather, a grasp of conversational Spanish (directions; common verbs and grammar) and don’t mind missing out on the deeper history of some of the places, we recommend doing some of these trips privately or self-directed. Gocta in particular can be done separate from a planned excursion. We are certainly going to be exploring on our own parts of the country that can be done so safely.


We are now back on the Pacific coast in the Peruvian capital, Lima. In the 12 hours that we’ve been here we have ventured into Miraflores, and aside from the fascinating coast line and interesting buildings, it looks like the first decent place for a street 10km run, which is very exciting.

Also, tomorrow we are having an early Christmas treat and visiting Central, the restaurant from Netflix’s Chef’s Table. Belts and budgets are sure to be stretched.

After Lima it is Per Hop and southern Peru. The gringos are making headway.

Until the next time.



Una semana en Galápagos

It feels impossible to put into words the uniqueness of Galápagos, but to not try will do this place a disservice. Also, we wanted to add more images to this post, but WordPress is being weird, so it’s just text! Apologies there.

Arriving in Baltra Airport was inconsequential – the airport was small, with only one other plane at the terminal. However, our unique Galápagos experience started at baggage reclaim. We got ushered towards the corner of the only terminal and were told to wait; our bags were visible but we weren’t allowed to collect them until three dogs (a drug-sniffer dog; a food-sniffer dog; and an animal-sniffer dog) clambered over every bag that was taken out of the baggage hold. Two of the three dogs did their job well, however it seemed like they were training a new food-sniffer dog, which was misbehaving, much to our enjoyment and the polices’ annoyance.

After sharing a taxi with some pretty quiet German girls, our first stop was Puerto Ayora, the main town in the archipelago; only four of sixteen islands are inhabited, with Santa Cruz island being the most populated at 25000, and Puerto Ayora being its hub. The vibe in the town was awesome – which was something we appreciated throughout our stay there. We dumped our bags, headed out for a cerveza and ended up at a bar watching Barcelona SC play Delfins; apparently Guayaquil, Ecuador also has an almost identical-looking team to FC Barcelona called Barcelona SC. The local supporters’ group were banging drums, singing songs and involving the entire bar in their celebrations for 90 minutes, which was fun, especially as their talisman scored an absolute screamer on 83 minutes. Game over: 2-2.

The next few days involved a few different naturalist experiences. Hiking to Tortuga Bay, seeing marine iguanas for the first time, and getting a bit pink – thanks, English Rose skin. Although, in our ignorance we didn’t bring any water, so by the end of our walk it was a case of “water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink”.

On Monday we went with Academy Bay Diving (highly-recommended) on a boat to Floreana for a dive and snorkel with a really good group of people from US, Australia, Holland and Brazil. Daisy did her first of few scuba dives, and with her ridiculous vision, managed to point out two Red-lipped Batfish, the prehistoric frog-bat-fish that was aptly named Angelina Jolie by the dive team! The find was so rare, and so good, that she even got a fist-bump from the dive master at 22 metres. I stayed closer to the surface and snorkelled with sea turtles, sharks and a fleet of Storm Petrels, which was a highlight of the trip so far; being so remote in the open Pacific ocean, surrounded by sea birds feeding was a breathtaking moment where I vocalised my enjoyment with a “holy shit”, although with a snorkel in my mouth it sounded more like “hurrrgly chheettsh”. On the boat we met a really nice couple from San Francisco, who we may hopefully bump into while we travel Peru. Cocktails were drank and contact details were shared.

Our Instagram has a few different photos from the rest of our stay on Puerto Ayora. We went to Las Greitas and swam between volcanic rocks, spotted Parrot Fish in the cracks and sat by the beach on the way back to the town, getting flanked by endemic ducks, Frigate birds and these little sea waders. And finches. Finches everywhere. These little dudes are ballsy, to the point of taking pecks out of our sandwiches while they were in our hands. Perhaps they are the sparrow-shaped seagulls of the Galapagos.

The journey to Puerto Villamil, the third-biggest town in Galapagos at 2800 population, on the biggest island, Isabela, was fairly uneventful. We were sat at the back of a full boat, which crossed westwards on really choppy waters for 2 hours; one of our fellow passengers suffered with sea sickness for the entire ride. She went through 8 bags.

The town of Puerto Villamil has a seaside vibe, where everyone knows everyone. We did three tours on the island – Volcan Sierra Negra; Las Tintoreras; and Los Tuneles. Our first two guides were absolutely amazing; Nuria taught us about the history of the flora and fauna of Volcan Sierra Negra, and even more enjoyably we got a geology lesson about volcanoes: a win! And Sebastian, what a character. He took his “beautiful travellers” around Las Tintoreras, where we were treated to some wonderful sights, including sea lions playing with sharks, countless sea turtles bobbing up for air, and marine iguana nurseries: watch your step! We also attempted snorkelling, or should I say Daisy did – I shivered my way out of the bay because I was turning blue; I need “mas grasa” on me. Lost Tuneles was a stunning, geological marvel, where we saw Blue-footed Boobies courting and swam with White-tipped Reef sharks, a fleet of Golden Rays and, again, countless turles. Our guide though, the less said about Javier the better. If “a person who has fallen out of love with their job” was in the dictionary, it would come with a picture of that miserable man.

Today is Sunday and we are going on an island-hopping cruise – Lancha Eden. We may see Waved Albatross – which we have already seen hunting fish on the open ocean the boat back to Puerto Ayora yesterday afternoon – and Galapagos Penguins, which would be a dream but very unlikely because 1. there are only about 500 of them left and 2. yesterday we left the island on which the penguins are, supposedly, hiding.

We are only on week 1 of 3, but being here has already had a lasting impact.

Until next time.

I & D/