Another early start and we were heading back the way we had come, down the steep mountainside had struggled with the day before – in a moment of inspiration I remembered about “tacking”, and my trek performance increased out of sight. Laura grumbled a little bit about how much distance we had to cover that day, however we were rewarded when we reached the campsite for the last night – an incredible vista looking down a canyon with towering green mountains on either side, and from our cliff-edge we saw condors circling in the gathering dusk.
Outside Choque in the driving rain and mist
Riding the Moolah down the mountain
Earlier that day I had been innocently trudging along at the back when suddenly Laura yelped and reeled back – in front of us was an actual, fricking tarantula, swaggering around as if it owned the place. Being Peruvian and comfortable with all types of fauna, our guide Renato simply urged the beast onto his walking sticks and placed it up on the embankment above the path. From then on I was constantly on the lookout for another one to leap out at me – none did luckily.
An actual, fricking tarantula - right there!
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