Waterfall and Lagunas

After travelling up from Lima to Canta on Saturday we found a hotel at a reasonable cost with average accommodation. The Cancay Vento Hotel was comfortable enough but you have to be quick if you want a warm or hot shower. The hot water does not last long. Tired from the early start and the arduous journey, I had an early night and was up early raring to go the next day.

Things went somewhat awry, as our travelling companions of the previous day were not going to be joining us due to some family matter, as far as I could tell. So, after breakfast, Sonia and I decided to join a minibus tour about to depart for the local highlights. This was to include a visit to some small lakes at 4,500 metres above sea level, a height I had never attained before without the aid of an aeroplane. Having read about altitude sickness, I was prepared for it, should it occur. Canta, where we had stayed the night is at 2,800 metres and I was feeling fine.

The first stop we made was aptly named San Pedro.

San Pedro

San Pedro


A view of the road we were on. A 3 point turn would be interesting.


The quaint village of Cullhuay  let down by discrimination against men.  The gents toilet was locked.



On to the waterfall. I had to wait ages to get a picture without people. Incredible how crowded it can get.


Laguna Chanchun


Laguna de Siete Colores


I could just see the top of the roof of this bungalow from the edge of the lagoon so set off at sub-mountain goat speed, which slowed to sub-tortoise speed as the altitude started to affect me. It was worth it though.


On the way back we stopped for lunch at a trout farm, Picigranja Huaras. Yes, trout again but it was fresh from the tank to the table. The farm is situated in a picturesque valley.


That was the end of the tour. I have to give credit to the minibus driver as he was fully competent and did not give any anxious moments. Also the journey back to Lima was easier as it was Sunday evening and there was not much work taking place. When the roadworks are complete, the Canta region and Obrajillo, in particular will deservedly get a boost in visitors.

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The Road to Canta

My last weekend in Lima was spent out of the city but still within the province of Lima. A trip to the region of Canta in the Andes, North East of the city of Lima. I went with my friend Sonia, her work colleague, Jonathan and 2 more members of his family. As seems to be the way here, in Lima at least, the travel arrangements were slightly complicated. Half an hour´s walk to the Metropolitano station, travel to the furthest station and be collected by Jonathan´s family in their car. It was comfortable enough for the 5 of us. To begin with at least.

I had been told that the road we were going on was not exactly motorway standard. Well, we had not gone far out of Lima, when I realised that the road was just an endless series of potholes. It is currently being upgraded and there is work going on at various sites on the road. The problem is that the cars have to share the road with the trucks and earth’moving equipment.


After a while the others decide to stop for some food, I was not fussed as I had left the penthouse at 06.00, having had my usual banana for breakfast. I gave in when I was asked to try some “chirimoya“, although it did look odd. But then so does a pineapple.

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It has a very sweet flesh but seems to have more pips than a pomegranate.






Suitably refreshed, we continued our journey through numerous patches of major roadworks.




After working in quarries and on major construction projects for many years, I thought I had seen most things. I have never seen anything quite like this though.


                                                       The drilling rig was working just above the “road.


                                                      The 360 excavator was hurling rocks on to the road below.


 The shovel operator must have felt invulnerable, sitting as close as he was to the tumbling rock face. A contractor´s sign proclaimed. “1,000,000 hours without accidents”. I am struggling with that.

Eventually, after about 5 hours but which seemed like an eternity, with the poor car taking a battering underneath from the uneven surface and rocks, we turned off the highway and stopped at a lovely little watering hole. Well, a hole with water in.



                                                  From  there we travelled a short distance into a valley, to a place called Obrajillo,


…….where we stopped for lunch.


                                                              I had trout which was  caught in the river running through the valley.


  After lunch we went up to a small village with some stunning views….


                                                                                      ….and some not so stunning.


After visiting the sweet little village of San Miguel…..



                                                                           …we moved on to Canta where we stayed the night.

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