I’m in Huaraz but where is my luggage!?

So I landed in Lima but already knew from my layover in Miami that my luggage had not made the plane. I was heading 9 hours north to Huaraz and I’d have to wait about a day and a half to receive it. The plan was to stay in Huaraz for about 10 days, spending a few days climatising on day hikes and then doing the 4 day Santa Cruz trek but American Airlines had a different plan for me.

I actually had to wait 4 days to receive my luggage (very annoying!) and ended up spending the first days in town exploring, indulging and meeting some beautiful people!

On the first night I met Cesar (ARG) who was volunteering at the hostal and Lauryn (USA) who was also staying there. Cesar was super excited to encounter a Spanish speaking person among all the Europeans and volunteered himself to accompany me to find somewhere to have dinner. Lauryn came along too.

I spent the following day with Lauryn and a few of her friends heading up to the lookout.. a 4km walk up that took 2 hours with the altitude 😅. We enjoyed a few drinks at the top and made it down just as it started to pour so we found shelter at a bar that looked like a strip club… it wasn’t! 🤷🏻‍♀️

On the third day, I met Maria (VAL), another Spanish speaker staying at the hostal and, with Cesar, we went to have lunch at the markets. Maria wanted to get some fresh fish too which Cesar kindly offered to cook for us that night. Yay for chef friends! 🧑‍🍳

Our group dinner got carried away when we also decided to buy ingredients to make pisco sours… Spaniards are a “bad” influence! 💃🏻

Around 10pm when the bottle was finished and they suggested we go out for one more, I was a no go. We laughed so much that night but my jet lag kicked in and I was about to collapse. They came back at 2am! 😵

By then, I knew my luggage would arrive the next morning and Cesar had organised a group to go camp at Lake Churup. I was so keen to go and the whole group was happy to have a late departure so I could get my bag, so nice! 🥰Read more