Hot Springs near Santa Theresa, Peru
The day started nice and slow. It rained all night last night, probably one of the heaviest rains I’ve seen in a while. We listened to music and made breakfast while the “gringo-guided-group” packed up and marched on.
The view from the road across the river from our camp was beautiful, the last time we would view the majestic Salkantay mountain. We walked through a little town, chickens running in the street and horse shit everywhere. Down in the gorge, we spotted the gringo group walking up a raod and we went to follow them, but the oracle (Taj’s GPS) told us the Camino de Salkantay was across the river. We three agreed to cross the river and follow the GPS instead of the group, adventurous as we are.
We walked into a couple of groups rebuilding the trail, local families rebuilding their trail to town. The trail conditions were deteriorating the farther we went, small landslide after landslide made for difficult passage. We came across an impassable slide sight, perhaps 100 metres across, newly turned and very loose. In a moment of luck, a group of locals turned the corner and told us we could use the near-by pulley system to get across the gorge to the road on the other side.
The locals that helped us across the gorge
the impassable landslide from the other side of the gorge
The road walk proved boring until we came upon two downed bridges. Apparently the storm had taken out the trail and most of the bridges in the area. By the time we arrived at La Playa, Taj’s leg was hurt and we decided to stop for the day. Two beers, a coke, and a nice noodle medley.
A car ride to Santa Theresa with a Brazilian, a German, a girl from Denmark, and two Peruvian dudes. He dropped us at the camping hostel that the two big gringo groups were staying at, so we immediately decided to call for another ride headed for the hot springs near by. The taxi drove us upstream, deep into the gorge. That night, we ate at the only food stall, fried fish, whole with skin and bones, head and tail, fried potatoes, and rice. We stayed up with beer, doritos, and a small campfire. Listening to music and translating between English, Spanish, German and Portuguese until it started to rain.
Lying in a leaky tent at the bottom of a muddy gorge, I only hoped the rain didn’t wash us down stream.