EN The huts of Inca woman


Autor: m&m

The second day alter arriving to Huaraz does not keep us calm. Even though the atmosphere and the people at Casa Maria are very enjoyable we keep on being attracted by the surrounding mountains. We pack couple of things (30 kilos each) and set out on the road to Vicos village. It seems to be too expensive to rent a donkey so we haul the whole burden ourselves. Next day we reach the base camp at app. 4800 meters at Legiacocha lake. During our way up we meet two Italians with a donkey and a arriero (donkey driver) with whom we arrange a feriable price for the way down. Beautiful views of the western face of Copa make it up for the efforts of the day.

The next morning, at < ?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />2AM, the Italian guys Antonio and Marco pack their luggage and start ascending through an icy couloir. We depart at 8 am just to meet Antonio running down with digestive problems. We are skinning up the upper part of the couloir. The top of the couloir is ascended on the skis, finally we are in our element. 


The snow is firn, sometimes verges to icy surface. Inclination is around 40 degrees. At 1PM we have dug a flat surface for our tent at 5300 meters above sea level. We undress our Treksport Liquid Ice overalls and just from the tent we observe where to go on the next day. It seems that the northern peak, which is 15 meters smaller (6173) will provide us with cleaner line and less cracks. Miro is already cooking a lot of tea, since my throat seems to have some problem. The weather sucks, peak covered with clouds, Mato covered in his sleeping bag. We wait for two days for the weather to get better, but then we decide to go down through the couloir.


Miro is the hero of the day helping with the backpack. Then we are down by the lake. Easygoing and always smiling Italians are gone, replaced by short-speaking and kinda reserved Germans. On the next day we expect the donkey man, as it was agreed. Hi is 3 hours late and therefore we start walking with our baggage. “You are a donkey and you will stay a donkey”. We take a shortcut and meet lumberjacks cutting down eucalyptus trees. At six it is getting dark and we are going down on a truck meeting two Italians at Huaraz for a dinner at eight 


Now Martin is sitting on his bed accompanied by an x-ray picture of his lungs and looking forward to couple days of unwanted rest. Life´s a bitch and then you die 😉  Or La vida no es facil. This holds twice as much for Peru. 


How we go on and what will be the next adventures? Just stay tuned!