Friends had warned us beforehand that the town we’ve decided to call home until October isn’t the most attractive place in the world, but that its sublime setting and ease of access to the mountains more than make up for it. And after a month here we’re satisfied that this is an accurate enough assessment. Not much in Huaraz survived the great earthquake of 1970 and the modern replacement brick and concrete architecture is never going to win any beauty, design, or safety awards.
But it’s a happy, lively, bustling town all the same, boasting plenty of colourful market stalls attended by abuelitas selling exotic fruits, artesanias, guinea pigs by the sackful and fake Man Utd shirts. There’s a substantial expat community, many of whom run gringo restaurants perfect for a post-trek splash-out meal, and every street has at least a couple of chifas (Chinese restaurants) and ‘menu del dia‘ places to fill up for a GBP or two. If you asked an aging Huaracino what they think of their Ancash capital, the Andes’ outdoor Mecca, they’d no doubt shake their head, tut and say it’s not like it used to be. But then, where is? It’s the kind of mountain town where we fit right in – we know we’re going to love it here and are looking forward to settling down for the season.
Hi guys, nice to see that you are back in South America! Hoping to see some good snaps coming up!
I just started my next big bike tour from Sweden to Africa. Currently in Denmark 🙂
Carl-David
Hi Carl! So you couldn’t resist another big tour, eh? Nice one!
Are you blogging again? Just checked southamericabybike and don’t see any updates on there.
Hope the roads in Denmark aren’t too hilly!
Neil