Travel Recovery in the Sunny Haze of Huanchaco’s Beach Town

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After the chilly temperatures and breathless heights of Huaraz, I was eager to get to sunnier climes. Following my trajectory north I decided to make camp in Huanchaco, a surfer’s paradise and notoriously lazy beach town, for an undetermined amount of time. For the next week I took my cues from the nearby lizards: find a warm patch of sun and don’t move.

It was a restorative week, and by the end I felt energized enough to explore a bit. I visited the neighboring site of Chan Chan, a Unesco World Heritage Site that contains the archeological remains of the Moche civilization, and watched a fiery sunset bathe the city of Huanchaco in a blanket of warmth.

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Lake Titicaca’s Best Kept Secret..Until Now

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Such was my dilemma with the Quantati island on Lake Titicaca.

The floating reed islands on Lake Titicaca are world renowned, definitely no secret to the throngs of tourists who pay to visit the islands for a few hours, experiencing a watered down version of the traditional way of life. However, there is one island only that allows guests to sleep on these floating reeds, serving as a tiny hotel on the water. Quantati island is run by a small family that has lived their whole lives on the lake. Upon arriving at the bus station in Puno, my two companions and I were met by a smiling face (albeit little English) and were promptly taken to a tiny motorboat at the water’s edge. We chugged along, the small, dark shapes getting closer and closer until it became clear that these masses were large floating mounds of reeds. They started off small, some completely abandoned while others had a small herd of cows grazing. Slowing, the islands grew larger and signs of habitation emerged.

We approached our designated island, and jumped off onto the springy ground. As I looked around I noticed that the island contained a mini replica of a village, all forged out of reeds. There were comfortable sized huts, lounge cushions, a lookout tower, even boats, all thatched from the same substance as the ground I was standing on. Over the next three days I spent my time lazing about in the warm sun (reeds are surprisingly comfortable!), going on fishing trips with our hosts, eating some of the best meals of my life, and daring to cannonball into the ice-cold waters of Lake Titicaca.

It was a magical time, where time seemed to stand still, and life was comprised of simple pleasures.

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Simple Pleasures in the Fishing Town of Chala, Peru

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That was the story of how I came to visit Chala. During my 2012 trip to Peru, I was at the southern tip of the country, having completed the Inca Trail, and was ready to head back up to Lima. However, after my previous experience with a 20 hour bus ride I knew that I needed to break up the trip. After consulting several bus schedules, and numerous maps I found a tiny village that would give me a 12 hour respite from the stomach churning bus journey. It was Chala.

This tiny fishing village was so small, it is no wonder it escapes the well worn gringo path. The buildings are mostly dilapidated, there are no historic sites to explore, and speaking English is a huge challenge. Yet the quiet of this small town drew me in, and I found myself wandering the beach and admiring the strange patterns drawn by the seaweed washed ashore. The cluster of colorful fishing boats were a beautiful site, looking more decorative than you would imagine from the chief industry of a city. Finally, as I prepared to leave for the bus station on the second leg of my journey North, I watched a sunset so fiery and pure, that it looked as if it had been painted onto the sky.

Indeed, this trip out of necessity had turned into an indelible memory of simple joys.

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Nature’s Menagerie at Peru’s Ballestas Islands

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