Once again, my plans have changed. It looks like I'll be coming back to Peru in the beginning of December instead of the beginning of January. So instead of having 6 weeks at home, I'll just have two. This will also be my first ever Christmas without snow, so that's kind of exciting! I'll have to Skype with some folks back home to at least catch a glimpse of it...
Still no results for the Amazon Raft Race. I'll post my team's total time on the water as soon as I see it. I guess the regional government still has it and won't let anyone see it? Not sure I understand what exactly is going on there...
That's all for now, just thought I'd throw in a quick update!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Inca Trail
There has been some big news for me recently, as I have decided that I am going to return to Peru for an extra few months! I will still be coming back to Minnesota in about two weeks (Nov. 16) to get in the final weekend of deer season with my friend Greg, catch up with other friends, and to see my family for Thanksgiving and stay through Christmas! Then I will be returning to Lima at the beginning of January. Now onto the update from Peru...
A few friends and I went on a weekend trip up north to Huanchaco. We stayed in a pretty cool hostal right on the beach, and spent the weekend trying to surf. When I was in Hawaii with Rob two years ago, we tried surfing using short boards (like what the pros use). We absolutely failed miserably, even with the help of a few locals, Rob's friend Zan and one of his friends.
Knowing that it is literally impossible to surf on a short board, we decided to take lessons using a long board. We managed to do okay... and by okay, I mean we maybe each got up on one wave. Either way, it was great fun and great exercise. My body was sore for the entire next week!
We also went to go see some ruins, which were alright. After seeing Machu Picchu twice, I am a bit spoiled when it comes to seeing other ruins. As my dad said along the Inca Trail, "They're called ruins for a reason. They're just a pile of rocks. Eventually, you don't really want to see any more piles of rocks..." or something to that effect.
| Ocean view with clear skies! Something that Lima has been lacking... |
Getting to and from Huanchaco wasn't too bad. It was about a 9 hour overnight busride each way, and we got to watch plenty of crappy movies dubbed into Spanish. Always entertaining!
For my 23rd birthday (October 20 in case you forgot...), my dad came down to visit. He came down here to visit my sister in February with my mom, aunt, and her partner, but they were unable to see Machu Picchu because the path to-and-from had been taken out by record floods.
(On a side note, if you want to read about the floods, my friend Danni was trapped in the town of Aguas Calientes when that happened for one week before getting helicoptered out. She wrote an article for the BBC about her time that she was trapped.)
I hadn't seen my dad (or any of my family for that matter) since May, so it was great to get to see him! I met him around midnight at the Lima airport (at the 4D to get some ice cream...) and we had a few hours to catch up. We flew to Cusco early the next morning (Saturday), as we would be starting the Inca Trail on Tuesday. It is generally recommended to get to Cusco a few days early to acclimate yourself to the altitude before starting to hike 42 kilometers through the mountains...
We spent the first day in Cusco just walking around and relaxing. We were both exhausted from lack of sleep and also the altitude. The second day, we decided to test out our conditioning and do a mini-hike up to the Cristo Blanco (White Jesus) statue. An interesting fact about the Cristo Blanco: it was actually a gift from Palestinians that were living in Cusco during World War II. We both did alright hiking, but we were definitely feeling the effects of the altitude.
The next day we took an all-day taxi tour to two different ruins as well as a church that is famous for the amount of gold that it contains. We started out by going to Tipón, which was an Incan city with incredible water channels, funneling water down from a nearby mountain to feed many acres of crops, built in terraces. The next stop was Pikillacta, which was a pre-Incan city that housed up to 20,000 soldiers at any given time. The city had great walls and still has many houses that are in good condition, even after countless earthquakes in the region.
For lunch, we decided to stop and have cuy al horno (baked guinea pig). I had guinea pigs as pets when I was younger, but I still decided that I wanted to give it a try. We had no idea how to eat it (as it just came on the plate whole), but the waitress came around to help us cut it. If you have an undying love of guinea pigs, I recommend not looking at the fourth or fifth pictures or the video!
| My dad and I at Cristo Blanco. Me wearing my Randy Moss jersey from 12 years ago. I guess I can bring that back home with me in two weeks to put BACK into storage... |
| Cuy al horno |
We were put into a group with only two other people, a couple from Vancouver, Canada. The two were celebrating their honeymoon and he convinced her to do the trek (her first time camping) and afterwards, they'd take a cruise to the Galapagos Islands. Joe is a police officer that is currently working in Afghanistan and Jennie works for the Canadian embassy in DC. We got along great with them and our guide, Socrates, was very knowledgeable and made the trek very enjoyable.
For my birthday, the chef baked (somehow) a birthday cake for me for us to have for breakfast! That was incredible! This was definitely my most memorable birthday that I have ever had. It started with a 5:30 am birthday cake, complete with singing from the porters, continued over the highest pass of the trek, and ended at a beautiful campsite surrounded by mountains and waterfalls. My dad and I had celebrated with cigars and a cerveza when we arrived to camp. Definitely something that I will never forget. And to top it all off - they made us a "Happy Honeymoon" cake for dinner that night for the other two!
| Yes - that is a Minnesota North Stars sweatshirt, for a game played in Vancouver, Canada (a perfect sweatshirt for our group!) |
| The mountain in the middle is Machu Picchu Mountain - where my dad and I would climb the next day. The town of Machu Picchu is on the other side of the mountain |
It was absolutely the trip of a lifetime and something that I will never forget. My dad is going to write a letter that I will post to the blog as well, for his view of the trip. There are more pictures in my Picassa album (link on the right side of the page) if you want to check out more of the pics from the trek, or any of my other pictures that I've taken here in Peru!
I also got a chance to go to the Green Day concert for 20 soles ($7) with a few Peruvian friends, so I included a few pics of that as well.
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Friday, October 1, 2010
The Great River Amazon Raft Race 2010
After only spending a few days back in Lima after my trip up to northern Peru, I set off on another vacation! I was heading up to the jungle to compete in the 12th annual Great River Amazon Raft Race. We started out by flying to Iquitos, which is the largest city in the world (population: 370,962) that is inaccessible by car. The only ways into or out of the city are flying or boating. The city is filled with "motocarros", which are modified motorcycles that have a carriage attached for passengers to sit. As far as I can tell, the drivers are crazier than drivers in Lima, but traffic isn't nearly as bad because there are not nearly as many "combis" that cut people off and back everything up. While in Iquitos, we bought some tools and equipment that we'd need for our race, including: wire (to hold logs together), nails, hammers, machetes (best tool ever), a tarp, seat cushions, and more.
| Minnesota Vikings #80 Cris Carter jersey on a motocar driver in Iquitos |
Waking up early Thursday morning, we all took a shuttle to the city of Nauta. Nauta is about 60 miles away by car, and is just about the only place that you can drive to from Iquitos. When our busses stopped about a half-mile outside of town, everyone was a bit confused. They told us all to get off the bus and start walking. It wasn't until a few minutes into this walk that we realized that we were not only in a parade, but we were the parade. There was a band leading us into town, and many of the locals from Nauta came running up to the street to cheer us on as we came marching in.
After a brief reception ceremony and lunch, we all hopped onto boats that would bring us to the other side of the river to construct our boats. I was on a team with three others that are also in Lima doing research for the same doctor (Bob Gilman), Danni Kirwan (UK/Bolivia), Daniel Karlin (USA), and Síle Molloy (Ireland). We were hoping to find a fourth Dan to fill up our boat so we could be called "Team Dan" or something similar, but we were more than happy to have Síle along with her Irish accent. We decided to go with a construction theme and be called "Bob's Builders". We figured that if we wore construction outfits, we might be able to actually build a decent raft. However, instead of being the construction workers, we decided that we were better suited to be the foremen and hire some cheap local labor to do the work for us...
Our raft turned out to be a beauty. All eight logs were placed side-by-side and we had an excellent canopy over our heads to block us from the sun. We were also the smartest of the 49 teams that were competing, as we decided to buy a floatie to drag behind the boat to relax in and get a tan. By the end of Thursday night, we were definitely ready to get started on our three day, 120 mile journey back to Iquitos.
| Our balsa raft - complete with four chairs, a roof, and a floatie. I think the only thing we were missing was an air conditioner and a cooler... |
I've floated down a river before, but I don't think that going to the Apple River with friends over the summer is adequate preparation for what we were about to do. I've also been canoeing in the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota many times, so I thought that I'd be prepared for the journey ahead. I was wrong. Paddling a raft is HARD work. It doesn't move nearly as smoothly as a canoe, and with the big canopy over our heads, really only moved where the wind wanted us to move (sometimes backwards...).
We started to (kind of) figure out the currents in the river. If there was a beach on one side, the current was on the other. That's about as far as we got. And if there wasn't a beach... we just paddled without a current. Our strategy the first day was to take 30 consecutive hard paddles, followed by a short break, then repeat. After finishing ~42nd we decided we needed a new strategy on day two.
The strategy for day two was to sing while paddling to try to take our minds off the fact that we were going to be on the river for 12.5 hours that day. We would take requests from other rafts as we passed them, and we were going so fast that we would often finish the song when we were so far away that they couldn't hear us. This turned out to be a much better strategy.
Whenever we caught up to one of our friends' rafts, we'd stop and tie up with them and swim for a bit to relax. This was a little nerve-racking at first, as I've always had somewhat of an Amazonaphobia with all of the unknown creatures swimming with us - piranhas, alligators, sting rays, the little parasitic fish that swims up your urethra, etc. After the first few times jumping in, that fear was gone and I was able to have a great time.
As I mentioned earlier, we were out on the water for 12.5 hours on the second day. Considering there is only about 12 hours of daylight and we left an hour-and-a-half after sunrise, you can do the math to imagine that we were out on the water for a beautiful sunset and the darkness that followed. Luckily, we were only out on the water for less than two hours in the dark, and could see the lights of the town that we were heading towards the entire time.
The third day was supposed to be the "easy" day of the trip. They said it would only take us about four hours to get to Iquitos. They were wrong. What we figured out after we arrived, is that the time that they told us is the time that it takes the Peruvian teams. We took twice as long as them, and the third day was not all that easy.
It started out relaxing, as we were singing more songs and swimming for the first three or four hours of the day. This left us ample time to get some sun, watch some dolphins, and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. However, as the day went on and we started to paddle, things got much harder. First of all, we had to fight the current to cross over to the left side of the river. Many boats did not accomplish this and were disqualified because they had to get towed after they missed our "exit". Next, we had a very fast-moving current right along the shoreline approaching the city of Iquitos, which seemed nice, until we realized that we had to avoid boats and barges along the way that were trying to use the same current.
After our boat barely, but successfully avoided all of those obstacles, we were put head on against the current for the last 300 meters. We were all paddling as hard as we could, and were probably only moving about 10 meters per minute, if that. We finally made it to the finish line after a long and grueling push and were all relieved to see the other boats finish right behind us as well. Of the five boats of gringos that came up from Lima together, four of us arrived at the finish line within about 15 minutes of each other. I still haven't seen the official results (they are still in the hands of the regional government for some reason...?), but I will update this post with our total time and what place we got as soon as I find out!
| The sign was a personal gift to me from the mayor of Nauta?! It seemed like a perfect covering for us to get naked and stand behind it... |
Instead, I just ended up hanging out in Iquitos with one of my roommate's raft-mates named Renee. We went to a butterfly farm one day, and just ended up finding a hostal with a pool for the rest of the time, as we needed some way to keep cool in the 100+ degree weather!
| A squirrel monkey. It happened to be the smallest in the area, but was also the alpha male. It tried to go to the bathroom on me as I walked by... |
As a side note to all of this, I just have one request if any of you ever end up in a place as beautiful as the Amazon Rain Forest. Don't destroy it! It's sad enough to hear and see the deforestation going on as we were floating by, but what was equally horrible was seeing all of the plastic water bottle floating in the river from the boats ahead of us that we had to pick up. Whether you're in the Amazon, along the Inca Trail, or even in the Boundary Waters or anywhere else that you like to go that is a naturally beautiful place - don't ruin it for the rest of us!
That's all for now... My dad is coming down in about two weeks to do the Inca Trail with me, so my next update will probably be after that!
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