My latest travel story/photo blog
The giant bird glides on a thermal above me, adjusting its path with the slightest of movements. Its long black feathers spread out like great fingers across the tips of its enormous wings, its white collar bright among dark plumage. It’s huge, maybe 3m across. The rare and sacred Andean condor, one of the largest birds in the world.
When I was seven years old, I read a Tin-Tin comic in which the young adventurer was carried away by a condor. The image struck a chord in me. Imagine a bird so huge? I’ve dreamt of seeing one ever since.
I first came to Peru in 2010, spending six weeks zigzagging between mountains and coast, until eventually crossing the Andes and into the Amazon. Only without seeing a single condor. Three years later, and there’s one right above me.
This morning I awoke on day three of a solo trek…
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