Street performers in Yauri performing for the camera. These were unfortunately used to tourists, and wanted a coin for the job, which we unfortunately did not have.
Flamingos flying over us as we vaded over a river
This girl was inviting us to her home for dinner and a sleepover. We were both dreaming of our own tomato pasta and tent, and gently refused the offer (No entiendo, perdon)
Our tent along the stream
Watching the sunset begin
Teh sunset from the tent
Anita cooking
Morning after Hector Tejada
The three very nice people on the left brought us warm milk in the morning, which we repaid with our best chocholate. The guy on the right woke us up with a camera and tape recorder at 0515, but later invited us for a second breakfast with potato soup
We donated a whistle to a school football team we passed. We thought it would be a good idea to give it to the teacher, but we now expect she will use it herself to discipline her children.
Anita purifying water
We took a bath here. (Anita took a bath, Eirik took a splash)
This is the flatbed truck we took to the gold mine, in a town we dont remember the name of
In the truck
Our friend in the truck, sketching a map of where to go on
Crossing the mountains based on a very rough drawing
For our mothers
This dog was following us, golden dogs are nice.
One of the lagos we passed.
Notice the nice flower Anita put in the hat
This is the land of horses. It is like the old western
Walking
One of 10 we are having fun with the camera pictures
A local showed us a shortcut down, and also invited us to his home. These inca remains is a family treasure for them, and were really beautiful. They are for candles
This is the dog and new born lamb of the farmer
Hmff. Tried to capture both the dog and the chicken, but beheaded both of them. Home of the farmer.
A horse we passed
Walking towards Livitaka
Clouds are gathering
A deserted town, rebuild a bit further up the road
camping on a football field, not to far away from the metal goals in case a lightening would strike nearby. No fun having metal poles in your tent on the top of a mountain in a thunderstorm.
Warm
Zorro, our loyal friend guarded our tent the whole night in exchange for 7 pieces of pasta. He also saved us the next day by eating all of the long bad tasting potatoes the neighbour farmer gave us. Please note that we really, really enjoyed the rest of the potatoes and cheese.
The landscape changed dramatically in a few days, and it took a long time to walk around all these valleys.
Indiana Janes
Storm buidling up
Saturday and sunday after rain is housebuilding days. They can finally make their building stones.
Passing load of goods for stores
Camping on a hill.
Some passing campasidos visited us, and their lamb did not want to leave our comfy tent.
The nicest lamb ever.
The farmers leaving
Eirik purifying water
On the road
Some brothers wanted to help us putting up the tent, and were amazed with about everything we had (and we hid the most fancy stuff). The left one scared and the left one as brave as you can be.
Tent at 0600 after a gale at night.
Morning shadows
The view from our tentspot
Eirik dehydrated and not feeling good at all.
