Let\'s give credit where credit is due: Colca Canyon is a sight to behold. At 10,725 ft deep it is one of the world\'s deepest canyons, more than doubling that of the US\'s Grand Canyon.
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Let's give credit where credit is due: Colca Canyon is a sight to behold. At 10,725 ft deep it is one of the
world's deepest canyons, more than doubling that of the US's Grand Canyon.
Even without the sweeping, jaw dropping vastness of Arizona's claim to fame, standing there along the
rim of southwestern Peru's epic, bottomless void at the Cruz de Condor vantage point, it's hard to take
your eyes off the beauty of Mother Nature's impressive handiwork.
That is, unless you have a three and a half year old who's suddenly decided she's had just about enough
of the five hour, mere morning portion of the day's Arequipa to Canon Colca full day tour. And with
another nine hours left for the return trip to play out before getting deposited back in the colonial
center of the city of Arequipa, let's just say Kaia was on to something.
This being the fact those fifteen hours on a bus for what amounts to a total of fifty minutes attempting
to jostle prime photo real estate at the canon rim simply doesn't make sense. And considering we'd
decided to pay decent money and cram doing so in between an overnight sleeper bus to Cusco made
But that's another story altogether.
The fact is, the Colca canyon day tour out of Arequipa starts with a 3 a.m. hotel pick up. Of course, this
fact alone should be enough to give most rational thinking souls pause for concern. But considering we
were literally next door (160 km/100miles) to one the world's deepest canyons and the fact Kaia's had
more than proven her travel savvy to that point, we were up for the challenge. Or so we hoped.
So aboard we'd climb in the inky black, wee morning darkness donning shorts and light jackets with a
still sleeping Kaia in our arms where our guide's verbalized concern for our chosen attire fell on deaf
ears. The fact was we were dressed for what seems to be norm for bus travel in much of South America.
This being the pleasure of taking a seat amidst an oven like heat cranked full bore.
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