A dawn in Huaraz is worth the show of 30 snowcapped peaks coloring themselves of the flush transported by the icy wind. A dawn in Huaraz is worth the smile of a trembling old woman, crying aloud “¡Tamales!”. A dawn in Huaraz astonishes up to make you scream that you have conquered the roof of the world, or just the destination along the travel. A dawn in Huaraz takes your breath away, leading you where the lonely Andean condor can get. A dawn in Huaraz is worth 10 months of nomadic travel and many adventures, it’s the joy of time and the enthusiasm to discover every day new horizons. Now the day with its colors, the rural market and the women laughing, the shy smiles of the children, a horseback-ride or a long trek towards the lagoons of emerald (Llanganuco and Churup)… and many small stories to remember.
Alex, paddling towards the Americas
He had left from Genoa the 18th of September, 2005. Alex Bellini, who was born near my small town (that is in the mountains!), has crossed the whole Atlantic Ocean alone with the only power of his arms. He has finally landed on the coasts of Latin America the last Sunday, near Fortaleza (Brasil).
I was not there, but I can imagine seven months of hard fights against the uncontrollable ocean and its traps! Maybe a methodical adventure, but surely a genuine nomadic travel. And above all a lot of courage and determination, many compliments…