Sarapo at dusk from our tent in the Sarapococha valley |
The Simpson/Yates campsite. We had planned to stay here but it was covered in cow pats! |
Huallapa campsite is located in the village football pitch and, when we arrived, a swarm of small boys grabbed the edges of our tent and began pitching it for us. At this attention, I exhibited my usual level of maternal instinct: "Guy, don't let the kids in the tent; they've all got snotty noses." Guy meanwhile played the part of the benevolent big brother who played football with them and led one of them home by the hand when he fell over and hurt his head.
Once they were gone, we thought we had the pitch to ourselves but the bull in the adjoining enclosure had other ideas. He was fenced in by a barrier so fragile that even a member of the English football team would be able to kick it in the right direction. The bull certainly made short work of it and spent the night rampaging around the field, bellowing and kicking our tent at intervals.
So much for staying in a village with beer and eggs - we'd have been better off in the hills!
The glacial lake at the end of the valley with Siula brooding in the background. We'd originally hoped to go over a pass on the left of the photo (between the yellow and orange peaks on the ridge). |
Susan looking apprehensive as we head up the gully on the Simpson crawl route. With heavy packs and no obvious path, the dangerous moraines didn't seem worth it. |
Another view of Siula and the lateral moraine next to the glacier |
Back in the Quebrada Calinca |
Passing a local farm on the promontory opposite |
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