A year since our arrival in Peru; it’d flown by. 12 months wandering trails, turning cranks up hills, flying frozen down descents and softly shaking Peruvian hands. In a few short weeks we’d be back in the old country, and…
Here Comes The Sun & Other Paganism: Quilcayhuanca – Cojup (again)
The agony of waiting for the morning sun and the ecstasy when it pops over a hill are accentuated in the Cordillera Blanca. The sun is so hot and we’re often so high that the difference between sun and shade…
Soggy Scraps (a compilation of trips in wet season)
As we knew it would be, March and April in Ancash was spent pottering about, often accompanied by the squelching sound of wet boots. Heading out into the hills for short trips on foot and bikes, hoping to strike lucky with some…
The Murals of Huaraz
Here’s some of Huaraz’s best street art: (Yeah we know it’d look cooler with our bikes leaned against the murals, but we couldn’t be bothered to drag them round town.)
Back in Black
The Negra had been on our minds for a while. We’d never really ventured up and over its spine, despite many short forays onto its lower slopes. A three day circuit from Recuay to Huaraz via Aija on steep dirt…