LAGUNA LLANGANUCO TOUR...DAY 2

The night before our tour, Danny and I had realized we had forgotten to pack my camera charger so we decided to get up extra early so we could have time to look around for another one. We found a weird charger shaped like a little cell phone in a Kodak photo store less than a block from our hostel for S/10. Since we had a little extra time, we decided to have breakfast at one of those little breakfast carts that was almost right in front of the hostel. An elderly woman was selling sandwiches and drinks for S/.80 each. We ate very quickly and headed back to the hostel because we hadn't see our tour bus stop by to pic us up. The receptionist old us we had missed it and gave us directions to the office nearby. We ran most of the way over there. Luckily, it was only 3 blocks away. We made it just in time because we were the last ones to get on the big yellow bus. We managed to find two empty seats in the back next to a few European tourists and within a few minutes, we were off. Our tour guide began speaking in Spanish and telling us stories. We thought he was going to translate what he was saying afterwards so we didn't really pay much attention but after about 15 minutes we realized the tour was going to be in Spanish the entire time.

Carhuaz Main Square

On our way to our first stop, Carhuaz (kar-WHAS), a city just 34 km from Huaraz, our tour guide told us about the wonderful fruit ice creams made and sold there. The ice cream is actually made from real fruit. It's thicker than the regular ice cream. The guide only gave us about 20 minutes to walk around, get ice creams and take pictures. He made it very clear that if we weren't back in time, we'd be left behind and would have to find our way back to Huaraz. We stopped at a very small ice cream stand. The woman gave us two cups of ice cream for S/2.50. We could choose 3 flavors for that price. Some of my ice cream was really good but not all of it. The main square wasn't much to look a. A lot of people in the area had traditional clothing on.

There also were a few little souvenir shops nearby. The guide called us back in but a few people were missing. He waited about two minutes for them but they never showed, so we continued without them to Yungay (yoon-GUY). A city that was almost completely wiped out by a mudslide in 1970.









At Yungay we had to pay S/2 to get into the historical. I don't remember how much it was for kids. We had to run a little catch up to our group. We stopped about 500 meters in to listen to a local talk about the tragic event that occurred in May, 1970. He had a book with old pictures that weren't very good. We mostly listened to him tell the story. A brief summary is that on May 31st, 1970, a 45 second 8.0 earthquake off the coast, caused 10 thousand tons of ice to break off of El Nevado Huascarán (whas-kah-RAHN: Mount Huascaran). The earthquake caused almost all of the houses to instantly come crumbling down and a smoke cloud covered the city within seconds. At the same time, the ice that had broken off the mountain had started rolling downhill, picking up dirt and anything else in it's path, heading towards the city. Three minutes after the earthquake started, the 20,000 or so people that had inhabited Yungay were dead. Less than 400 of it's inhabitants survived. For the full story, check out this link.
 

Yungay Cemetery

After he finished telling us the story, the guide told us the local accepted tips lol. We continued walking until we got to Yungay cemetery, where some people fled to the day of the earthquake and survived.

It's a little tiring going up the steps to the Christ statue (Christo de Yungay). I was huffing and puffing on the way up which amazed me since I had been running a lot the months prior to the trip. Our guide told us not to breathe so heavily because according to the people who live in the area, those who have difficult breathing are unfaithful people :P so we all tried to breathe as normally as possible after that lol. From the top you have a nice view of the area. After about 15 minutes, we began walking down and followed our guide to the area which used to be the main square.

The bus remains

On the way, we stopped where a crushed bus from the day of the earthquake was. A big bus, like the ones you take to travel around Peru or what the British refer to as "coaches," had been crushed by the immense pressure of the mudslide.

After we saw what used to the the old main square and the famous 4 remaining palm trees, it was time to go to Laguna Llanganuco.

The cathedral remains.

View of the area

The bus had to take a sort of zig-zag route all the way up to El Parque Nacional Huascarán (Huascaran National Park). When we arrived at El Parque Nacional Huascarán (Huascaran National Park) we had to pay 5 soles to get into the park. Our guide came by our seats to collect the money and then we were off again. Within a few minutes, we were at Laguna Llanganuco, 3,850 meters above sea level.

Our guide told us we only had 45 minutes and gave us two options. The first option was to take a little boat ride at an additional cost. The boat ride lasted 30 minutes and I don't remember how much extra it was. The second option was to hike around the area which would take us about 20 minutes or so, so it was impossible to do both.

 

Here's a video I found that shows what the lagoon looks like.

We decided to go hike around because it was an ugly, cloudy day so we weren't really intrigued by the boat ride since the water didn't look as beautiful as it normally does. We began walking along a trail and it was a little hard to breathe. About halfway along the trail, there was a area with a sort of mini-dock where you could walk out a little into the lagoom. When we finally finished exploring, we headed back to the front because there were some provincianas selling food and we were starving. It was around 3 p.m. and we weren't gonna get to eat for another 90 minutes or so. They had emoliente to drink, corn on the cob and cuy (guinea pig). The had some other things but I don't remember what else. The potatoes that came with the cuy were pretty good but I was afraid to eat the actual cuy. Daniel liked it and gave me a piece. It was pretty ok. It had a smoked taste to it. Three minutes later our guide was calling us back to the bus and I asked him to take a few pictures of us. He ended up making us pose for three pictures lol. I hadn't expected him to be so nice. We got on the bus again and were on our way to Caraz (kah-RAS), my grandmother's hometown. We stopped at this "resort" that had a restaurant. We had an hour for our extremely late lunch because by then it was probably close to 5 and then we went to a place that made different types of manjar blanco (MAHN-har BLAHN-koh). We were there for about 20 minutes, trying the different types of manjar. From the store, we could see one of the mountains. I don't know which one it was but it was pretty. We got back on the bus to go to our last stop before heading back to Huaraz.

A few minutes into our journey we stopped to look at two mountain peaks. It was getting dark quickly and a couple of tourists were getting really upset about not having arrived at that spot earlier to take pictures because by then it was pretty dark. We continued on and about an hour later we stopped at this small craft store. We got to watch a craftsman make a clay teapot with an opening at the bottom of the pot and a lid that was unremovable. The design made it so that you had to fill it up from the bottom. It was pretty cool actually. I wanted to buy one so badly but I thought it was going to make my bag weigh more than it was supposed to at the airport and they were going to charge me for the extra weight. We left after about 30 minutes and that was the end of our first tour. We arrived in Huaraz around 8 I think and were extremely tired. We had to be up early again the next day for our next tour, the Chavin de Huantar Ruins.

TRAVELING TO THE MOUTAINS...DAY 1

Back in May, my fiance, Daniel, and I went to the city of Huaraz (wha-RAS) which is in the Ancash (AHN-kahsh) department. We were originally planning on going to Cuzco to see Machu Picchu and all that other good stuff but traveling there is much more expensive when you're a foreigner and if you haven't paid a lot of money to book a tour, then trying to save money by reserving things on your own can be hell. Enough digressing...

Ancash is a "state" north of Lima situated between the Pacific Ocean and the Marañon River. Its capital is Huaraz which is 3,090 meters above sea level (10,138 ft). Huaraz is found in the Callejón de Huaylas,(kah-yeh-HONE deh WHY-las) which I guess could be translated to Huaylas Valley. This valley is situated between the Cordillera Blanca and Cordillera Negra, (kor-dee-YEH-rah BLAHN-kah/NEH-grah) which means the white mountain range, as this side has snow covered peaks and the black mountain range, no snow at all. The Cordillera Negra is closest to the Ocean and therefore protects the Cordillera Blanca from any possible winds that might threaten to melt the mountain peaks. Tourism isn't extremely popular here when compared to Cuzco, but tourists still go and are captivated by the beautiful landscapes the Peruvian mountains have to offer. 

My grandmother is from Ancash. She's from a city called Caraz (kah-RAS) just 66 km (41 miles) north of Huaraz. She's always talked to me about Ancash and since my plans to go to Cuzco had been ruined, I decided to get to know the place she came from. In addition to that, I just wanted to go anywhere outside of Lima where I could see blue skies and breathe fresh air. 

HOW TO GET THERE.

There are two forms of transportation to Huaraz. By bus and by plane. My boss told me about LC Busre airlines. I believe it's the only airline that goes to Huaraz. The tickets are a little expensive because to fly within Peru the tickets are usually less than $90 for a round-trip flight, tax included for a Peruvian citizen or resident. The cheapest LC Busre tickets are $130-170 with tax and the flight takes an hour as opposed to an almost 10 hour bus ride. I don't mind traveling by bus because you can see the scenery during the day but I wanted to save time. 


Our flight was scheduled to leave at 810 a.m. so we got up at 5 a.m. because we wanted to be there a least 90 minutes before the flight left. We've had plenty of trouble with airlines not letting us on because we showed up at check-in 50 minutes before the flight left. Where I live, it's a little difficult to get a taxi from the street really early in the morning because the main avenue is a few blocks away so make sure when you travel early in the morning, you either call a taxi service the night before or have plenty of time to walk over to the main streets where you can find a taxi. Since there was no traffic, we managed to get there in exactly 30 minutes. We checked in and went upstairs to go through security. At Jorge Chavez Airport, both national and international outgoing flights go to the same area upstairs to go through security and take their flights. The line was somewhat long but it moved pretty quickly. According to my fiance, Peru's great at getting you through security when you're leaving because it's how he manages to catch his flight just in the nick of time since he's almost always running late. What can I say? No one likes leaving me :P If you have a navel ring, I suggest you take it off as well when you go through the metal detector because they'll make you take your sandals off the second time you go through. 

A bus came over to our gate to take us to the plane. It was a jet plane and since there were a few empty seats, we sat where we wanted. Each seat had a small snack box which contained a juice box, some saltine crackers, a chocolate bar and ear plugs. Within less than 10 minutes we were off on our journey. When we were about 15 minutes away from landing, the Cordillera Blanca became visible. The mountain range was beautiful but I honestly think it must have looked much more beautiful in the past when there was more snow. 

Anta Airport. Looks like a small house from here.

The airport was really small and it didn't take long for us to get our things. There are big, clean bathrooms and a small "café." I hadn't planned anything besides the flight so when we walked out of the airport, we didn't know where to go. The plane actually lands in Anta, a small village in the Carhuaz (kar-WHAS) Province. There were a few taxis outside but we had no idea how much they charged and they kind of ignored us since we didn't look like "gringos." I asked an airport employee how I could get to Huaraz and he told me to walk over to the street and cross the road, which is where I took this picture from, so I could take a bus. He told me the bus fare was S/2.50 each and that the bus ride took about 30 minutes. We followed his directions and a slightly bigger micro bus came within a few minutes. On the bus there were a lot of provincianos (proh-veen-SEEAH-nohs), people from provinces that are usually dressed in traditional clothing. 

When we finally got to our stop, we weren't sure of where we were. I asked a couple of people before we got off just to make sure. We were at a bus stop and everything around us looked dirty. I had thought it wasn't going to be hard to find a hotel in Huaraz. Most places with a lot of tourism have streets filled with hotels and hostels. I asked a woman where I could find a cheap hostal (oh-STAHL: hostel) and she pointed to an area that didn't give me a good vibe. Luckily, I had internet on my phone so I decided to look up something on the internet. We walked around looking for a locutorio (low-koo-TOR-eeoh: a phone booth shop) to call the hostels I had found on the internet. I'm terrible at understanding directions over the phone when I don't know an area and somehow we ended up taking a mototaxi (moh-toh-taxi) to one of the places. Danny, being the bright apple that he is, wanted to put our bags in the back of the taxi. I swear, you would have thought he would have learned how to be careful by now as many times as he's been here. I wanted to smack him. Mototaxis are really tiny but we had no other choice but to carry our bags with us in the taxi because someone could have easily stolen our bags. Just because you're in the country doesn't mean you're safe. We took the taxi to a church and started looking for the hostels we had called when we got out. A man saw us standing around and approached us, asking us if we were looking for somewhere to stay. We asked him for directions and he told us that the hostels were just around the corner but that they were probably full and he had a hostel close by we could stay at, at a good price. I wanted to check out the other hostels before I went with him to compare our options. We ended up taking a taxi over to his hostel because one hostel was packed and the other was S/70 a night and it wasn't all that nice. He offered us the room for 30 sols a night even though on the wall it said S/40. We went upstairs to see our room on the fourth floor and it had a wonderful view of the Cordillera Blanca. The room wasn't bad. It had a dresser, a nice bathroom, tv, and a decent bed. We figured it was good enough for at least that one night because we didn't feel like carrying our bags around anymore. We went back downstairs to finish checking in and he ended up talking to us about the different tours we could take since he also worked with a tour company. He wanted to charge us 120 sols each for three tours. Almost everything is negotiable in Peru, so he ended up giving us the three tours for S/110 each. We were scheduled to go to Laguna Llanganuco (lah-GOO-nah yeeahn-gaah-NOOH-koh: Llanganuco Lagoon), the Chavin de Huantar Ruins (chaah-VEEN deh WAHN-tar), Nevado Pastoruri (neh-VAH-doh pahs-tor-RU-ree: Pastoruri Glacier). We headed up to our room to get settled. Anytime you go to a place that has a much higher altitude than what you're used to, it's important to take it easy the first day you're there so you acclimate.

View of the Cordillera Blanca. It looks better in person.

Once we put our stuff away, we passed out as soon as we laid on the bed. We hadn't got much sleep the night before. Late in the afternoon when we finally woke up, we walked around a little to explore the city. We didn't want to stray too far from the hostel because we weren't exactly sure where we were. It took about two days to realize that we were only 3 or 4 blocks away from the main square and the main street in Huaraz, Av. Toribio de Luzuriaga (loose-oo-REEAH-gaah). It's Av. Luzuriaga for short. Our receptionist had told us at check-in, to be ready by 8 a.m. the next day for our first tour, Laguna Llanganuco. So we went to sleep before midnight.