Andean condor over the Colca Canyon.
The condors of the Colca Canyon- Written by
Powell Ettinger, editor of Wildlife Extra
January 2013. In 1987 I was only vaguely interested in wildlife. A couple of friends of mine had persuaded me to leave the rat race behind for a few months and head off to South America. Peru was a real eye opener for me. I had hear all about the great Inca cities, and the mysterious Nazca lines, but what really stuck in the memory was the people, the extraordinary scenic diversity (Mountains, deserts, jungle and coast all within a few hours of each other) and the wildlife.
January 2013. In 1987 I was only vaguely interested in wildlife. A couple of friends of mine had persuaded me to leave the rat race behind for a few months and head off to South America. Peru was a real eye opener for me. I had hear all about the great Inca cities, and the mysterious Nazca lines, but what really stuck in the memory was the people, the extraordinary scenic diversity (Mountains, deserts, jungle and coast all within a few hours of each other) and the wildlife.
My first real wildlife experience was one that
has formed much of my career since. We travelled for a day or so into the foothills
of the Andes to the Colca Canyon, reputedly the deepest in the world at around
1 mile from top to bottom. We travelled to see the canyon itself, and also the
remarkable scene at dawn on the edge of the canyon. We camped near the rim, and
met some extraordinary hospitality from some local farmers and their families,
who shared their packed lunch with us; Maize bread, roast maize, maize soup
& maize beer.
We were the happy recipients of some wonderful
hospitality from the local farmers. How much more would they look after the
condors if their economy received a boost from condor tourism?
At dawn we raised ourselves and sat on the edge
of the canyon, and as the sun warmed the air, we could just about make out
swirling shapes moving a thousand feet below us. As we sipped our coffee, one
of my companions suddenly swore loudly and fell backwards off the rock he was
sitting on, spilling the coffee onto one shoulder. A dark shape, had appeared
silently, and a great speed, out of the depths of the canyon. Naturally we
missed this photo opportunity, but it lingers in the memory as clear as any
high res image now.
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