From Lima to Huancayo. Night Journey. Roadblock. Accident. Slowly pass. Delay. Late arrival to the "invincible". Call , coordination. Hopefully not leave without me. I wish I wait.
Arrival
. Meeting with the rangers of the National Protected Areas by the State (Sernanp). Ugh, I waited, save me. Breakfast on the blasted, breakfast among new friends. Prepare other heading.
Back on the Central road, and returning to Lima. Detour Pachacayo (Jauja province, Junín). To the left. To the SAIS Tupac Amaru. Nor Yauyos By car the first country landscape reserve.
Height, moors, mountains, glaciers, lakes also. The beginning of an ancient road, pre-Hispanic history, a path that makes you want to go. It will be for the next. Today motorized litter. Avance, jumps, powder. Stop running. Pampa
vicuna. Down, watching, being beaten by the wind. Back to the vehicle. Windows closed, heat conditioning, heat liar, sunless heat. Late afternoon on the way to Tanta (Yauyos Province, Lima). Another shortcoming
immense. Paucarcocha. A rather small town. Tanta. A square or tumultuous or abandoned. A child looking with curiosity or anger, a woman returning from the field, several kids running around and balls.
goal Danger, danger of rain. Danger of becoming too late to Vilca. More miles of curves and promotions. Darkness. A closed hotel, a hotel that opens. Everything is new, said a villager.
Opening Night, Andean winds of deserted streets, broth and coca tea. Silent night. Night's sleep.
Awakening. A balcony to scan the square. Down, walking, climbing to a viewpoint. A bit tired advancement; recover more than a bit watching the scenery. The hills, the lagoon Papacocha the waterfalls. Over Vilca provided vilca. A bridge, a road, a carrier that encourages their mules.
More adventures. Other people. Another viewpoint. Other waterfalls, splendid, amazing, "other Huancaya empty streets and the church of stone and masonry bridge and his handful of simple hotels. also with his court of ancient mummies, mysterious, suffering gestures.
Anti
time. Escapes the sun. Vitis gray afternoon in the waters of Piquecocha, in the short urganidad of Miraflores afternoon of football and rain Alis, holiday preparations in the main square.
Ninety years of political creation. A band, an orchestra, a man ripping the strings of his guitar. A melancholy voice. Huayno and cumbia celebration with dancing and toasts repeated without fireworks. Perhaps for the centennial.
Night loud musical notes. Get up early. The people sleep. Tired and hungover. Away from Alis. Carania approach the district, only closer. No time. It will be for the next.
Back by same path back to the main road linking the Lunahuaná with the booking. Take a detour. Rumbo Lara and platforms. A stop on the route. Doors open. Sign cold. Lack shelter. Heat the broth morning with a headache.
Continue. Skip Laraos. Go to the lake Pumacocha. Water body. Children with hooks and bait. Several alpacas have no shepherd. Contemplate. Be addressed. They look, increases their ears. Away, run away, are protected.
Find the entrance to the Sima Pumacocha. Challenging cave, cave you see and not explored. Missing cords, no computers. Just look and imagine its mysteries, its secrets, its dark depths. Reverse
. Return. Lara. Platforms and horseflies aggravation. Pachamanca postponed. Alis. Championship in final stages, square head with the flag. Item no toast. There are no Chamis or warm. Latest
visions. The canyon walls of that corner Uchco flanking a stream and a snake of asphalt. Just the region Lima, Junín begins with more lakes, with an zigzag chain in the snowy horizon.
And a tire go down but no matter what the calls are asking for delays or waits. There is no rush to return to the capital, total, there are waterfalls and ponds, not empty streets.
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