The Wages of Fear

So, after spending a couple of days in Huanchaca, checking out some ancient remains, we made the trip up into the mountains to a spot called Huaraz. Should have been a quiet, uneventful day, but we managed to miss the easy road, so instead went over the Andes on a somewhat more perilous route. It wasn´t so much the narrowness of the road, nor the overhangs that threatened (but didn´t) take off the roof of the truck. Nor was it the speeding maniac busses and lorries that were coming in the opposite direction. More scary was taking a 40 tonne truck over roads and bridges that probably weren´t designed for that weight, and looking at the loose agglomoration of rocks and mud that was mostly holding the road up. Over a few thousand foot drop or so. Made it though!

Oh, and we had a puncture half way up, which was interesting.

Still, Huaraz is a bit of a metropolis in the Andes. Took a trip out to the high mountains today to do a bit of glacier walking. Good stuff, and at 4, 850 metres, the highest I´ve ever been on this planet so far. Tremendously beautiful scenery, which I´ll share with you once I´ve sorted some piccies out.