The flight of the condor and Colca Canyon

After the many highs of Machu Picchu, we travelled next to the deep, deep gorge of the Colca Canyon, the deepest canyon in the world. On the way, we stopped off at the Cruz Del Condor and watched with wonder as those huge birds glided effortlessly above our heads, their massive wingspan cloaking the hillside in shadow as they swept through the sky.
We stopped for a few days in the sleepy, dusty haven of Cobanaconde. My kind of town. The Hostal Del Fuego was a a warm andf friendly refuge. Unfortunately, I fell victim again to the fury of the God of Poo. Kathy visited the oasis at the bottom of the canyon on her own. There they have pools and palm trees. Still gripped by the Incan God of Mentalism, she made the return trip not long after midday. The Hostal owner and his friend were amazed at the speed of her journey. The friend even asked her if she had been aided by mules on her trek. He wasn´t joking!