On the Road with Guinea Pigs (PHOTOS)

On the Road with Guinea Pigs (PHOTOS)

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(Photo: Brooklynn Adelman)
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Brooklynn Adelman

Take a 7-hour journey up the Andes Mountains hugged between goats, babies, and guinea pigs!

From desert sand dunes to spectacular snowcapped mountain peaks, riding on buses and combis offers exclusive access to some of the best views Peru has to offer. I will never forget my first experience traveling outside of Lima, through the rich green Andes of Cajamarca. It was a 7-hour rocky ride on a small dirt path with an abysmal drop to the right. Every 2 seconds the combi curved to the left or to the right. The combi was about the size of a 15-passenger van, but we were over 20 people and a few animals. Like a puzzle, there was not a free inch of space. Even the roof was stacked high with luggage and furniture.

The combi passed slowly through the most beautiful valleys and then climbed mountains that were 100 shades of green. There were small lakes dotting the mountainside and at one point we cruised through a rock forest. We passed by humble homes in the middle of nowhere with mothers sitting, crochet needle in hand, waiting for their husbands to return from the farm. Children ran through the fields without shoes and played with grass and sticks.

I was sitting, squished, in the very back row with three other people. Well, actually 6 because two of the women had large toddlers on their laps. The womens´ colorful skirts smelled of musk and their wide-brimmed hats bounced up and down on top of their jet-black braids.

My toes were buried underneath a crate of vegetables and my knees were smashed against a basket of squealing guinea pigs. The smell of the guinea pigs mixed with the musk of the clothing filled the car because we could not open the windows without someone complaining about the cold. (Most Peruvians are afraid of cold things because there is a strong belief that they bring sickness.)

Thirty minutes into the 7-hour ride one of the mothers to my right yelled, ‘œBolsa! Bolsa!’ and a small plastic bag came flying back towards us. Unfortunately, it was too late and we were covered in toddler vomit. He continued to vomit the entire ride and was joined by four other people along the journey. Filling one little plastic bag after another, then throwing them out the window to topple into the deathly drop below.

More than once the combi stopped to remove large stones from the path. We stopped to deliver medicine to one of the campo houses. We stopped so a señora could pick some fresh berries from one of the wild bushes along the path. We stopped for a bathroom break and the men lined up along the road while the women walked to find a boulder big enough to afford them some privacy.


(Photo: Brooklynn Adelman)

The radio blared the same five Huayno songs over and over again. Pine trees and wild pastel colored hydrangeas turned into banana trees and small brooks. I began to daze off, head rolling from side to side with the movement of the combi. Suddenly we stopped! I woke up to see cows crossing the road, followed by a man egging them on with a stick. I added cows to the list of donkeys, horses, chickens, turkeys, pigs, and dogs’¦ all animals we had stopped for along the way.

Halfway through our journey, we stopped to pick up another passenger and his goat. The goat, tied at the feet, was placed under our seats next to our suitcases. The sound of the baby goat bleating added to the chaos, and for those of you who have never heard a goat bleat let me tell you, it sounds eerily human.

As we climbed above the cloud level the weather quickly became frigid and I bundled up tighter. Then an hour later sweat dripped down my forehead as we headed down the mountain to dryer, hotter scenery. I said a little prayer as we slowly drove by a part of the road where a landslide had demolished half of our one-lane dirt path, and another when we had to cross a river.

Drowsy and excited, we finally reached the entrance to town and I said a prayer of thanks that I had made it alive! Travel through the real Peru was nothing but’¦ beautifully chaotic.

Brooklynn has been living out her 20’s in Peru since June 2014 as a volunteer. She documents her experiences on NoSleepTillPeace.com, a collection of adventures navigating the Latin culture, traveling like the locals, and exploring the gastronomy. From eating guinea pig in the high Andes to dancing the marinera on the beautiful coast to pink dolphin spotting in the Amazon. Join her on her blog and Instagram (@nosleeptillpeace) as she lives, dances,& travels her way through Peru like a local.

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