Last Day on Ausangate [August 26, 2011 – Friday]

Malachi was still there in the morning, which I half hoped he wouldn’t be, as it was freezing last night and he probably had a home to go to.  We had our customary oatmeal (or quinoa flakes) mixed with granola and powdered milk, but my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I ended up … Continue reading

15,771 ft. [August 25, 2012 – Thursday]

The morning we woke up at Singrenacocha, somebody came up with the excellent idea of adding our chocolate powder mix to the oatmeal/quinoa/granola breakfast, which was AMAZING.  Genius.  Too bad we basically ran out of the chocolate that morning.  The “hot chocolate” mix we got at La Canasta ended up as more of a chocolate … Continue reading

Singrenacocha [August 24, 2011 – Wednesday]

We headed for Singrenacocha at 8:30 AM, a beautiful lake that would allow us to take a 2 day roundtrip back to Victor’s house.  “Singrenacocha” simply means the lake of the Singrena region — “Cocha” means “lake” in Quechua (the dialect spoken in the Andes) and Singrena is the surrounding area.  Additionally, Tim wanted to … Continue reading

Victor’s Alpaca Farm [August 23, 2011 – Tuesday]

Woke up at 5:30AM.   Nevermind how early that sounds, I still ended up getting 10hrs of sleep.  Sunset at 6PM without electricity = going to bed around 7PM.  Believe me, I tried to stay up reading with my headlamp, but the sleeping bag is just so enticingly warmmm, and it is difficult to stay … Continue reading

Camino Kuchucanch [August 22, 2011 – Sunday]

First off, Happy Birthday Dad!  It was a bit surreal being unable to call or contact in any capacity, but I was sending my positive vibes 🙂 Sñr Crispin and his wife made us breakfast (delicious), we packed up our things, and waited outside on the street for Victor to meet up with us.  Looking … Continue reading

Tinqui [August 21, 2011 – Saturday]

Boarded the 9:45 AM bus to Tinqui (the closest town to Victor’s house in the Vilcanota range) from a nameless bus station — all I know is what we told the taxi driver… the bus station on Calle Tomasa Tito, en front de Coliseo.  All our bags were carried onto the top of the bus … Continue reading

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