Huaraz, Peru
After about 7.5 hours on the bus I am in the city. It looks good. There are several places here that cater to trekkers and climbers alike. The bus ride was crap until I got out of the city and to the country side. It was amazing seeing the different landscapes. Past the city heading north is a cliff side with what looks like the road just gouged out. The soil looks like a sandy silt with jagged sandstone mixed in there. The soil looks like a good hard rain would wash away the road--the soil looks balanced at a precarious relief angle. There was no vegetation to speak of.
After that, the road dropped more closely to sea level. There were corn and other fields planted. Very different from jagged cliff sides. As we progressed further we passed more area that looked like desert. After that, we crossed a point that put us going into the mountains and up. This looked more like rough scrub grasses and harsh living. There were tiny villages carved on the side of the mountains. Also, there was terraced fields, just like they said in 6th grade geography. They have set up irragation channels to be able to grow on those steap sides. When it felt like we crested the mountain range we came upon more rolling hill tops that looked like mountain meadows that are found out west. Lush green grass grew and some trees darted out of the land. For the most part, it was exactly what I am looking for. On top of that, there are the Cordillia Negro and Blanca mountian ranges in the distance. They frame everything nicely.
Oh, the roads were good and the bus was very nice. Nicer that I can probably afford. They fed us and breezed by the lone military checkpoint we ran into.
I am now in Huaraz. I have high hopes I will meet Shannon tomorrow morning. After 3 days, 4 buses, and 3 taxis she is still a 9 hour bus ride away. She is taking an evening bus to arrive in the morning. The city is nice. Larger than Okondja but can´t be by much. I have not seen much of it but it looks much better than Lima. Maybe thats just because I like things a little smaller.
I feel like everyone understands my spanish. I am able to think out a sentance that _could_ make sense. Say that one and maybe another. But, after that I have no idea what they are saying. Pista? I,m guessing that means river or stram as in go over the pista and look there. My phrases go something like:
Es Huaraz el automobus primera y ultimo parade?
Pretty rough to get out does this bus go straight to Huaraz. But, I get a jumble of answers and sometimes I can piece it out. Whew.
Hope you mugs are doing well.
Mark
After about 7.5 hours on the bus I am in the city. It looks good. There are several places here that cater to trekkers and climbers alike. The bus ride was crap until I got out of the city and to the country side. It was amazing seeing the different landscapes. Past the city heading north is a cliff side with what looks like the road just gouged out. The soil looks like a sandy silt with jagged sandstone mixed in there. The soil looks like a good hard rain would wash away the road--the soil looks balanced at a precarious relief angle. There was no vegetation to speak of.
After that, the road dropped more closely to sea level. There were corn and other fields planted. Very different from jagged cliff sides. As we progressed further we passed more area that looked like desert. After that, we crossed a point that put us going into the mountains and up. This looked more like rough scrub grasses and harsh living. There were tiny villages carved on the side of the mountains. Also, there was terraced fields, just like they said in 6th grade geography. They have set up irragation channels to be able to grow on those steap sides. When it felt like we crested the mountain range we came upon more rolling hill tops that looked like mountain meadows that are found out west. Lush green grass grew and some trees darted out of the land. For the most part, it was exactly what I am looking for. On top of that, there are the Cordillia Negro and Blanca mountian ranges in the distance. They frame everything nicely.
Oh, the roads were good and the bus was very nice. Nicer that I can probably afford. They fed us and breezed by the lone military checkpoint we ran into.
I am now in Huaraz. I have high hopes I will meet Shannon tomorrow morning. After 3 days, 4 buses, and 3 taxis she is still a 9 hour bus ride away. She is taking an evening bus to arrive in the morning. The city is nice. Larger than Okondja but can´t be by much. I have not seen much of it but it looks much better than Lima. Maybe thats just because I like things a little smaller.
I feel like everyone understands my spanish. I am able to think out a sentance that _could_ make sense. Say that one and maybe another. But, after that I have no idea what they are saying. Pista? I,m guessing that means river or stram as in go over the pista and look there. My phrases go something like:
Es Huaraz el automobus primera y ultimo parade?
Pretty rough to get out does this bus go straight to Huaraz. But, I get a jumble of answers and sometimes I can piece it out. Whew.
Hope you mugs are doing well.
Mark
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