We arrived at Huaraz at our favourite time, at 5:30am. Don’t ask me who came up with this stupidest of all ideas but in Peru many nightbuses leave early enough to arrive at this ungodly hour. But this time we were in luck, one of these normally really annoying people waited at the busstop to find someone to sell something to. He gave us a good price for a room and we could enter right away, so we accepted and it turned out to be a nice but very hidden hospedaje.
After finally waking up from our “second night” we took the first bus direction Chavin de Huantar which unluckily didn’t get us very far. The bus broke down before we could even leave the city of Huaraz and they told us it would be about half an hour to fix it. We didn’t trust this information, left the bus and took a shared taxi with two other stranded passengers (later that night we even got our money from the busticket back).
The ruins of Chavin were really quite impressive and very different from everything that we had seen so far. It was a small komplex which was partly over ground but mainly it consisted of underground tunnels, rooms and channel for air,light and rainwater. This here was one of the longest straight tunnels:
The highlight of the ruins, the holy centerstone of the underground hallways and rooms; the Lanzon:
We wanted to visit the muesum, which showcases all the artefacts found in the ruins of Chavin, but the sun was already starting to go down and we still had a 2,5h ride back to Huaraz in front of us. So we decided to look for a ride back which turned out to be hareder than we tought. All the buses going back seemed to be full, so we had to wait at the main square (below) for an hour or so to get a ride back. At some point word got around that a guy will drive back by car and everybody rushed for his car, we managed to get one seat in the back and I was in the trunk…It was the worst ride I had in a long long time on this shitty road.
The second day in Huaraz was all about the “white mountains”, which are part of the Parque Nacional de Huascarán. This meant a 2.5h drive up to a small village in the mountains where everybody was already drunk and dancing in the early morning in order to celebrate a battle that Peru had won many years ago.
Then, about an hour later on a small mountain road, we arrived at the national park and the first of two lagoons. The lagoon Chinancocha which a great water color and a nice view on the surrounding moutains:
After we passed by the second lagoon we drove a bit further and then started the 3h hike up to the lagoon 69. Gab even made a new friend on the way:
We arrived at yet another lagoon and were a bit disappoint until we realised that this wasn’t our goal of the day. And that is why they call this area the white mountains:
After another not very long but steep ascent we arrived at the lagoon 69 and the view was just breathtaking, especially the blue color of the water. This has to be the bluest and clearest water in a mountain lagoon I have ever seen in my life, but pictures apparently say more than a 1000 words so here it goes:
After a long break and after we had soaked up enough of the blue and the mountain views it was time to head back down and catch the bus back to Huaraz. From there we took a nightbus after dinner to get back to Lima for our last two days there.