On the shore of Lake Titicaca

Pisac, in the Sacred Valley
Pisac, in the Sacred Valley

Ten minutes after I got to Cusco, a guy took a laptop from the trunk. I chased him and got it back. Twenty minutes later, as we were away from the truck, some other dude tried to force into the trunk, breaking the lock, fortunately with no success.

Cusco, Plaza de Armas
Cusco, Plaza de Armas

That was a warm welcome in the charming and colorful city built by the Spanish and located in the mountains at 3,500 meters high. After these events, we spent our time locking and unlocking doors and trunk, and paying extra attention to the surroundings.

Cusco
Cusco

We arrived on Thursday and as Dan was leaving us the day after, we hurried to take a tour of the city in the afternoon. It was great to stroll along the streets of one of the nicest city we saw so far. The highlight of the day was a visit of the food market where we had coca leaves tea and bought a massive amount of cheese, the best I had in a long time. Peruvians are good bakers too, and at time, the bread can be similar to the one you find in France.

Cusco, food market. Lot of cheese!
Cusco, food market. Lot of cheese!

We took a hotel room (Inka’s Inn, US$4 per person), and after this long day, I just stayed in the room eating cheese and organizing photos I took. Of course in the morning, I was unable to get hot water. That became a classic, as always hotel owners promise it to you, and you never get it. Hot water became our Machu Picchu. Always wanted to see it, with no success. 

Cusco, Plaza de Armas
Cusco, Plaza de Armas

 I drove Dan to the airport, and got back to our street, where our French friends had parked their RV as well.At the beginning of the afternoon, we went back to the market to buy food, and left all together for a two-days excursion in the sacred valley. Our first stop will be Moray, a stunning site used by the Incas as an open-air crop nursery. There, depressions are lined with terracing.

Moray, an agricultural laboratory
Moray, an agricultural laboratory

We slept there, covered with many blankets, as the cold weather is here to stay for at least two weeks, following us through Peru and Bolivia. (Free camping is allowed on the site’s parking)

Will we go through?
Will we go through?

 The following morning, we departed for Pisac, a major site of the Sacred Valley. This is definitely the substitute for Machu Picchu, as the latest will be closed for few more weeks and we will not be able to visit it in this expedition.

Constant animal presence highlights reasons to not drive at night
Constant animal presence highlights reasons to not drive at night

Pisac is an Inca fortress 30 kilometers of Cusco. It took us three hours to visit the site, larger than Machu Picchu. The walk through the ruins goes across terraces, temples and housings, purification baths and water channels. Everywhere you can admire the fine masonry work of the Incas.

Pisac, agricultural terraces
Pisac, agricultural terraces

Later, we rolled back to Cusco, and as night was falling, we stopped in Chinchero to admire the church and the plaza.

Pisac, the temples
Pisac, the temples

Back in Cusco, we returned to the same hotel we spent our first night (to make sure water was always as cold) and had a great pizza in the same street. It is nice once in a while to have something to eat from the old country.

In the Sacred Valley
In the Sacred Valley

We spent the following morning walking in the city and went back again at the food market. The next step was the Lake Titicaca, and we wanted to make sure we had enough to eat while up there.

First snow since the U.S.
First snow since the U.S.

At the beginning of the afternoon, we left the French convoy, and started our trip to the lake. We went up high in the mountains, and saw snow in some villages. We also noticed several scary looking peaks with eternal snowcaps or glaciers.

Don’t count on me to go up there
Don’t count on me to go up there

It took up six hours to go all the way to Puno, on the border of the lake Titicaca, and there, we camped in the parking of a hotel.

Who knows if the train is still running up there
Who knows if the train is still running up there

For US$15 (ouch!), in addition to authorize us to park they let us also use the showers. At this point we were so tired that we accepted the price. I cooked some pork with honey I bought at the market, and went to sleep under heavy rain.

Getting closer to Puno, at dusk
Getting closer to Puno, at dusk

In the morning, we wake up early to catch the boats going to the floating islands. The islands are man-made and built with layers of tortora reeds, a common plant in the shallows of the lake. The Uros Indians living on these islands live mainly of tourism, fishing and hunting. Life therehas never been easy, as freshwater is hard to come by, and the reeds rot rapidly, necessitating constant addition of layers.

A floating island
A floating island

Despite these interesting facts, you can’t help but be put off by the transformation of the proud fishermen into touristic puppets. Back on the shore at noon, I was behind the wheel again, and drove straight to the Bolivian border, where new adventures were awaiting us.

The Bolivian border
The Bolivian border

Crossing the Peruvian sand desert

In the mountains, close to Canoas
In the mountains, close to Canoas

Now that we are three people traveling, we have to be even more careful about water than before. So every day, we fill up our 7-gallon jerry can with tap water – which we use for cleaning dishes and ourselves – and our Coleman shower bag.

Dan takes a shower in the morning
Dan takes a shower in the morning

In addition, we make sure to have at least three gallons of drinking water, especially when we are about to cross a desert.

After spending two days at the beach in the Zorritos vicinity, we went back on the road with some difficulties due to the heavy rain in the past days. We left around 2 p.m., after took care some minor fixing on the car, like reinforcing the exhaust pipe attachments, or the back drawers, tired of intensive use in the last three months.

I was now driving toward the Sechura Desert, and we intended to stick along the coast as much as possible in the meantime, to take advantage of beach camping.

Mountains, close to Canoas and Cabo Blanco
Mountains, close to Canoas and Cabo Blanco

The first afternoon, around the town of Cabo Blanco, we crossed a region of small mountains and hills made of what appeared to be mud. Because we were told the surrounding could be somewhat dangerous, we camped behind a gas station close to Negritos few hours after we left.

The desert, close to Bayovar
The desert, close to Bayovar

The morning after, we went in town to shop for fish and vegetables, and resumed our trip toward Bayovar. In the afternoon, we arrived in the Sechuran Desert, where an infinite sea of sand awaited us.

Here and there, there were fishermen villages, where puzzled people watched us drive down the bumpy roads. Close to Bayovar, we stopped at a small town famous for their woodwork. We had late lunch there, ceviche as usual. Later in the day, in a fishing village called Playa Blanca (recommended, free camping anywhere), we parked for the night.

Our campsite, close to the cliff. A fisherman fixes his net
Our campsite, close to the cliff. A fisherman fixes his net

We were close to the cliff, and there cooked the swordfish steaks we bought at the market. Unfortunately, the wind was strong during the night, and as we could not find sleep, we moved the truck more inland around 2 a.m.

Fishermen get ready to go get the nets
Fishermen get ready to go get the nets

We took off around 11 a.m. the following day, and continued in an even more arid landscape. There was barely anyone driving the road southeast that leads to the Pan-American. You can’t help but think that you would be in a difficult situation if your car breakdown in the middle of the 100-miles wide sandy patch.

The Sechuran Desert
The Sechuran Desert

But as always, everything went well for us, and two hours after departure, we were back in an irrigated area were crops such as rice were growing.

Back in a more hospitable area
Back in a more hospitable area

At last, we arrived in Tucume, and visited the ruins of a huge adobe city built over 1,000 years ago.

Giant adobe pyramids in Tucume
Giant adobe pyramids in Tucume

After trying out some traditional food on the site, such as goat stew and corn beer, we drove toward the coast and the town of Pimente, close to Chiclayo. There, we found Playa Rochas, a surfing beach where we decided to spend the night.

Playa Rocha, close to Pimente, a surfer spot
Playa Rocha, close to Pimente, a surfer spot