Viv Birk's Peruvian Charity Challenge
Read Viv's daily account of his bike ride through Peru
Day 1-From Heathrow to Peru
Day 2-Cusco- first impressions of Peru
Day 3-Machu Picchu
Day 4-First day on the bikes
Day 5-The long and winding road
Day 6-Manu National Park
Day 7-Down to the Amazon
Day 8-The last day of the ride
Day 9-Goodbyes
We
took an early flight to Madrid to board a connecting plane to Lima. At
Heathrow, I got my first introduction to the group that were going to
be with me for the next ten days. What an unsuspecting bunch of people,
not quite the young, fit group I expected!
On the flight to Lima I got chatting to Alex and Sean, two of the guys I felt that I had something in common with (yes, all in the graphic design business, so that must surely count for something?) We finally landed in Lima after 11 hours, and that's where we met the remaining bunch of riders. After collecting our luggage we were met by a rather eccentric man in a hat and multicoloured clothes, Simon our Peruvian expedition leader from Devon, who has been residing in Cusco for the last seven years. We all got onto our luxury coach and headed for our hotel. By the time we checked in and freshened up it was 1am local time! We all met in the restaurant for a quick dinner and then hit the sack.
Not
much sleep. 5am flight to Cusco! On arrival in Cusco we were received
by the glorious sun. The rays were warm and inviting and it felt
like
the summer we had missed back home. Cusco lies 3,400m above sea level
and was to be a good starting point for our acclimatisation. As soon as
we collected our luggage I felt the first signs of altitude. A
shortness of breath, a little dizziness and overall I felt quite
lethargic. Once we checked into our central hotel we were given a short
guide of the city. We walked through the beautiful town square, Plaza
de Armas where the whole town congregates. We took a stroll through the
hetic bustling indoor market, where we could experience the local
delights. Wandering through this great city is a photographer's Mecca:
sights to be seen in every corner. We had lunch in a local Peruvian
restaurant and all ate as if it were our first meal. The local delicacy
is guinea pig! The staple diet is the humble potato of which Peru has
hundreds of varieties. The local drink is a Pisco Sour, made with grape
brandy, lime juice and egg white, very frothy and yummy.
Yet
another early start, 5am breakfast and left the hotel by 6am for our
guided tour of the famous Inca ruins 'Machu Picchu' at 2800m. We take
the Peru rail leaving Cusco. The train climbs out of the city at a very
slow pace, 30 minutes into the journey the diesel breaks down and we
have to wait an hour for the new engine to arrive. By this point it's
starting to get warm and we are sitting in a glass compartment. The
scenery en route is quite breathtaking and we pass through the
spectacular plains around Izcuchaca before dropping down to the famous
valley of the Incas. The train then follows the valley down, past the
Incan town of Ollantaytambo and continues into the upper reaches of the
high altitude town of Aguas Calientes, from where we catch a bus to the
Inca site. The ruins are truly breathtaking and even more dramatic than
any picture I had previously seen. This awe-inspiring ancient city was
never revealed to the conquering Spaniards and was virtually forgotten
until the early part of the 20th century when it was discovered by
Hiram Bingham. Despite this great tourist destination the site still
manages to retain its grandeur and mystery. After spending several
glorious hours at the ruins we head back to the station for a one and a
half hour journey back to Ollantaytambo for a night in a local hostel.
The small town is dominated by a massive Inca fortress, the best
surviving example of Inca city planning, with narrow cobblestone
streets which have been inhabited since the 13th century.
Today
is our first day on our bikes, and after breakfast we meet up with the
truck that is holding the bikes. There is a lot of excitement within
the group. After a 10 minute warm up we all saddle up and are on our
way. The first part of the ride is a pretty straightforward
acclimatisation ride along the beautiful Sacred Valley of the Incas,
all on tarmac road. The view en route was beautiful and spectacular.
After 20 or so minutes I experienced my first puncture, which was
expertly dealt with in a matter of minutes by our trusted mechanics,
Huan Carlos and his little brother Xavier. After an hour or so of
riding the group had split into 3 - front, middle and back. I quickly
picked up pace and thundered ahead to join the group in front and we
stayed in this riding position for about 3 hours. We passed through
pretty villages like Urubamba, where we stopped to visit the renowned
studios of Pablo Seminario and Calca. Back on our bikes I decided to
slog ahead and pick up pace with Simon our team leader. We were 12
minutes ahead of the main pack when we heard of the first casualty of
the ride. My 'buddy' Sean had hit a sleeping policeman and ended up
pretty busted with 3 stitches. We made it to our lunch stop on the
banks of the Urubamba River. After a delicious lunch we headed to the
market town of Pisac which was two and a half hours away, with head
wind all the way - tough!
On entering Pisac we moved through the narrow streets and marched into the local cafe. The towns people were somewhat surprised at the 20 or so riders but welcomed us warmly. We all drank beers and relaxed as we waited for our camp site to be set up. Our campsite was a bit like Butlins and the chefs and porters were all busy preparing dinner. We all gathered and selected our tents and were told we had hot running showers which was bliss and certainly needed. Since we had a couple of casualties, I was fortunate to have my own tent as my 'buddy' decided to stay in the hotel. We all met for beers in the local bar and chatted about the day's events. Lights out at 8pm!
After
a hearty breakfast we were briefed on the day's ride. We were split into
groups of slow and fast riders with a 30 - minute gap. I opted for the
fast group with 4 others. As we left the campsite the first 7k was an
upward steep climb on tarmac. With the sun beating down on us, the
climb proved to be tough and thirsty work. I quickly pulled away from
the few riders in the fast group and kept pace with Simon as we slogged
our way quickly up the steep slope. I made it to the first check point
in 28 minutes only a few minutes behind the slow group. As we waited
for the slow group to catch up we noticed that the road had turned into
a fairly smooth dirt track with vertical sheer drops to the right. We
all set off together and climbed out of the fertile Sacred Valley in
the Altiplano. The communities within this range survive on a thousand
or so different varities of potato as well as Llama and Alpaca
breeding. The dirt track up to the lunch site was long and tough. As we
climbed higher and higher the temperature started to drop. After 20km
of climbing we reached our spot for lunch. By the time the last rider
arrived he was 43 minutes late! We all tried to get warm in the main
dining tent but the wind had picked up and it was slowly starting to
drizzle. With a warm soup and chicken lunch we all took a well deserved
rest and made our way to the bus which would transport the group the
last few kilometres to the top of the pass at 4,236m. When we got to
this point it was very cold and the cloud was with us. With a biting
wind the descent would not be easy - the track had become more loose and
rugged. The downhill was steep at first and we picked up speed and were
hurtling down at an alarming pace. Concentration on this stretch was
paramount as one could easily be swept off a rather steep mountain!
After a couple of hours downhill we reached a small town called
Colcuepata. The ride to the town was spectacular and exicting. We
finally arrived at our campsite near a deserted hacienda beside a
stream and some Inca ruins, at an altitude of 3,285m.
We
awoke early to the sound of birds and the rushing stream, to face our
most 'challenging ride'. After a quick warm up we left our campsite and
descended rapidly to a town called Paucartambo. It was about one and a
half hours of fantastic downhill, wonderful scenery rushed passed as we
descended down the mountain. We relaxed and were left to wander the
small town and take in the sights. The town itself was well presented
and noted for its fair share of festivals, including a Pagan festival,
where dancers adorn colourful costumes and exotic masks. We head out of
town climbing up the steep pass which is 33km taking us to Tres Cruces.
After about 3 hours of riding we were still climbing up the relentless
mountain, the terrain had changed from soft dirt track to hard track
and was hard on the hands and legs. We finally made it to our lunch
site 'Manu National Park' at 3,547m, exhausted and hungry. We mounted
our trusted work horses and were told the next part of the ride was a
rough undulating track, whatever that means! This was 14km of sheer
hell, the clouds settled very quickly and within a few minutes the ride
was becoming more and more difficult. Our front suspension was pounding
the rocks and my hands were becoming numb with the cold. There was many
a corner that I turned and could not see 10ft ahead. It was scary.
We had only done 2km as the track was unforgiving and wet with loose
scree, huge potholes and now the tracks was climbing uphill. Yes we had
our few minutes of thrill as we screamed downhill, but for the next 2
hours it was going to be all uphill. I finally powered my legs to get
to the front of the group and slowly climbed through the national park,
with the Sierras falling steeply off on our right hand side down to the
Amazon Basin. We finally made it to Tres Cruces all very tired but did
not relish the idea of camping. The vista from the campsite overlooking
the Amazon was truly spectacular. We were given a gastronomic delight
for dinner, always by candlelight. Tonight the chefs gave us home made
soup, followed by chicken carbonara and chocolate mousse for dessert
with mulled wine. We all retired to our tents happy and content.
We
were told that sunrise at the campsite was one of the best in the
world, but unfortunately the cloud cover got the better of the
mountain, so no beautiful sunrise after all! After pancakes with maple
syrup, we headed back over the killer track which we had spent the best
part of two hours negotiating the night before, but today we did it in
a mere 40 minutes. We waited for the remainder of the group to arrive
before the epic downhill into the Amazon. The track from here on in was
just as evil as the previous day's ride. We had a quick briefing that we
should only ride for 30 minute intervals otherwise it would get too
dangerous. The weather had turned and my feet and hands had been frozen
for 2 hours now. We were still in cloud cover and it was dark with
minimal visibility. As we descended down the rough, rock track it
demanded all our strength and concentration as wipeouts were part of
the adrenaline rush. Our hands took the brunt of the force, so we had
to stop every 20 or so minutes to allow the blood to flow into our
hands. The immense forest was magnificent, every inch was covered with
tropical plants and trees all jostling for a place on this mountain. We
had done about 25k and the clouds had lifted and the warmth of the
jungle was very inviting, all steamy and beautiful. We stopped at a
pass half way down the mountain, where we allowed the group to come
together. We had heard that Will had fallen off the mountain and landed
25ft into a tree canopy that appeared to have saved his life. My
'buddy' Sean who heard his cries for help, waited for the support coach
and hoisted him to safety. Danger had now become part of this hellish
downhill track and we all felt for Will and hoped that he would make a
speedy recovery.
We were faced with 1.5km vertical drops at some of the locations of the track, looking down was very daunting and scary. As we resumed our ride, I felt the first speckle of rain, soft and gentle at first and within minutes it was a torrential downpour. This made the track even more difficult to navigate and opened up sections of the track which were now mud and loose sliding rock. As the rain poured down I hit a rather large rock and lost my footing as I was clipped into my pedals. As I hit the rock I felt a painful tearing sensation in my lower back and realised it was serious and could get worse, so I dismounted and (tail between my legs) got on the support coach and joined Will. It was the worst moment of my trip and I wished it wasn't happening. My back was in agony and I was determined to soldier on tomorrow. We finally made it to our campsite in the middle of the jungle, it was tranquil and peaceful. We ate and drank and sat around our campfire which we had hoped for but missed til now. Fireflies danced the night away providing us with the evening's entertainment.
Today
was the last day of the ride, I wished it wasn't. The day started out
dry and warm. We all ate a hearty breakfast and started our ride at 9am
which for this group of riders was very late, since we normally started
the ride at 6.30am. We slowly made our way down the remaining part of
the mountain, I took it easy as I did not want to aggravate my back, so
I stayed at the back of the group slowly taking in the beauty of the
mountain and the small settlements we passed on the way. The track had
now levelled out and we rode on flat track for about 20k before we
stopped for lunch at our lunch stop, before continuing on with the last
part of the ride. We had started to ride the final 15k of our ride when the
heavens opened up and yet again we had to ride in a torrential
downpour. Then there was short sharp climb to view the spectacular view
point over the Manu National Park, followed by a fast descent to the
end of our road to the jungle village of Atalaya at only 750m.
Unfortunately when we made it to our jungle retreat, the campsite had
been swept away by a torrid flash of water. So our last cycling night
was spent in the comfort of a hotel! Thank you God!
Today
we returned to Cusco back along the road we had just cycled , stopping
to appreciate the sheer scale of our travels over the past 6 days. For
the next 8 hours I would be sitting on the bus crawling our way up the
mountain and I was looking down to see the deep world below. Trust me I
did not feel too well. We finally arrived back in Cusco at 6pm, where
we would celebrate the journey we have just completed, unfortunately
altitude and nausea took the better of me and I retreated back to my
hotel room. I awoke to say goodbye to the group and I stayed on a
further 5 wonderful days exploring Cusco and Lake Titticaca.
Day 2-Cusco- first impressions of Peru
Day 3-Machu Picchu
Day 4-First day on the bikes
Day 5-The long and winding road
Day 6-Manu National Park
Day 7-Down to the Amazon
Day 8-The last day of the ride
Day 9-Goodbyes
If you have been inspired by Viv and want to do a charity challenge for Home-Start, find out more here.
See how much money Viv managed to raise for our work supporting families across the UK. Thank you Viv from all of us at Home-Start UK.
8th November- Day 1
We
took an early flight to Madrid to board a connecting plane to Lima. At
Heathrow, I got my first introduction to the group that were going to
be with me for the next ten days. What an unsuspecting bunch of people,
not quite the young, fit group I expected!On the flight to Lima I got chatting to Alex and Sean, two of the guys I felt that I had something in common with (yes, all in the graphic design business, so that must surely count for something?) We finally landed in Lima after 11 hours, and that's where we met the remaining bunch of riders. After collecting our luggage we were met by a rather eccentric man in a hat and multicoloured clothes, Simon our Peruvian expedition leader from Devon, who has been residing in Cusco for the last seven years. We all got onto our luxury coach and headed for our hotel. By the time we checked in and freshened up it was 1am local time! We all met in the restaurant for a quick dinner and then hit the sack.
9th November- Day 2
Not
much sleep. 5am flight to Cusco! On arrival in Cusco we were received
by the glorious sun. The rays were warm and inviting and it felt
like
the summer we had missed back home. Cusco lies 3,400m above sea level
and was to be a good starting point for our acclimatisation. As soon as
we collected our luggage I felt the first signs of altitude. A
shortness of breath, a little dizziness and overall I felt quite
lethargic. Once we checked into our central hotel we were given a short
guide of the city. We walked through the beautiful town square, Plaza
de Armas where the whole town congregates. We took a stroll through the
hetic bustling indoor market, where we could experience the local
delights. Wandering through this great city is a photographer's Mecca:
sights to be seen in every corner. We had lunch in a local Peruvian
restaurant and all ate as if it were our first meal. The local delicacy
is guinea pig! The staple diet is the humble potato of which Peru has
hundreds of varieties. The local drink is a Pisco Sour, made with grape
brandy, lime juice and egg white, very frothy and yummy.Back to top
10th November- Day 3
Yet
another early start, 5am breakfast and left the hotel by 6am for our
guided tour of the famous Inca ruins 'Machu Picchu' at 2800m. We take
the Peru rail leaving Cusco. The train climbs out of the city at a very
slow pace, 30 minutes into the journey the diesel breaks down and we
have to wait an hour for the new engine to arrive. By this point it's
starting to get warm and we are sitting in a glass compartment. The
scenery en route is quite breathtaking and we pass through the
spectacular plains around Izcuchaca before dropping down to the famous
valley of the Incas. The train then follows the valley down, past the
Incan town of Ollantaytambo and continues into the upper reaches of the
high altitude town of Aguas Calientes, from where we catch a bus to the
Inca site. The ruins are truly breathtaking and even more dramatic than
any picture I had previously seen. This awe-inspiring ancient city was
never revealed to the conquering Spaniards and was virtually forgotten
until the early part of the 20th century when it was discovered by
Hiram Bingham. Despite this great tourist destination the site still
manages to retain its grandeur and mystery. After spending several
glorious hours at the ruins we head back to the station for a one and a
half hour journey back to Ollantaytambo for a night in a local hostel.
The small town is dominated by a massive Inca fortress, the best
surviving example of Inca city planning, with narrow cobblestone
streets which have been inhabited since the 13th century. Back to top
11th November- Day 4
Today
is our first day on our bikes, and after breakfast we meet up with the
truck that is holding the bikes. There is a lot of excitement within
the group. After a 10 minute warm up we all saddle up and are on our
way. The first part of the ride is a pretty straightforward
acclimatisation ride along the beautiful Sacred Valley of the Incas,
all on tarmac road. The view en route was beautiful and spectacular.
After 20 or so minutes I experienced my first puncture, which was
expertly dealt with in a matter of minutes by our trusted mechanics,
Huan Carlos and his little brother Xavier. After an hour or so of
riding the group had split into 3 - front, middle and back. I quickly
picked up pace and thundered ahead to join the group in front and we
stayed in this riding position for about 3 hours. We passed through
pretty villages like Urubamba, where we stopped to visit the renowned
studios of Pablo Seminario and Calca. Back on our bikes I decided to
slog ahead and pick up pace with Simon our team leader. We were 12
minutes ahead of the main pack when we heard of the first casualty of
the ride. My 'buddy' Sean had hit a sleeping policeman and ended up
pretty busted with 3 stitches. We made it to our lunch stop on the
banks of the Urubamba River. After a delicious lunch we headed to the
market town of Pisac which was two and a half hours away, with head
wind all the way - tough! On entering Pisac we moved through the narrow streets and marched into the local cafe. The towns people were somewhat surprised at the 20 or so riders but welcomed us warmly. We all drank beers and relaxed as we waited for our camp site to be set up. Our campsite was a bit like Butlins and the chefs and porters were all busy preparing dinner. We all gathered and selected our tents and were told we had hot running showers which was bliss and certainly needed. Since we had a couple of casualties, I was fortunate to have my own tent as my 'buddy' decided to stay in the hotel. We all met for beers in the local bar and chatted about the day's events. Lights out at 8pm!
Back to top
Day 5- 48km
After
a hearty breakfast we were briefed on the day's ride. We were split into
groups of slow and fast riders with a 30 - minute gap. I opted for the
fast group with 4 others. As we left the campsite the first 7k was an
upward steep climb on tarmac. With the sun beating down on us, the
climb proved to be tough and thirsty work. I quickly pulled away from
the few riders in the fast group and kept pace with Simon as we slogged
our way quickly up the steep slope. I made it to the first check point
in 28 minutes only a few minutes behind the slow group. As we waited
for the slow group to catch up we noticed that the road had turned into
a fairly smooth dirt track with vertical sheer drops to the right. We
all set off together and climbed out of the fertile Sacred Valley in
the Altiplano. The communities within this range survive on a thousand
or so different varities of potato as well as Llama and Alpaca
breeding. The dirt track up to the lunch site was long and tough. As we
climbed higher and higher the temperature started to drop. After 20km
of climbing we reached our spot for lunch. By the time the last rider
arrived he was 43 minutes late! We all tried to get warm in the main
dining tent but the wind had picked up and it was slowly starting to
drizzle. With a warm soup and chicken lunch we all took a well deserved
rest and made our way to the bus which would transport the group the
last few kilometres to the top of the pass at 4,236m. When we got to
this point it was very cold and the cloud was with us. With a biting
wind the descent would not be easy - the track had become more loose and
rugged. The downhill was steep at first and we picked up speed and were
hurtling down at an alarming pace. Concentration on this stretch was
paramount as one could easily be swept off a rather steep mountain!
After a couple of hours downhill we reached a small town called
Colcuepata. The ride to the town was spectacular and exicting. We
finally arrived at our campsite near a deserted hacienda beside a
stream and some Inca ruins, at an altitude of 3,285m.Back to top
Day 6- 62km
We
awoke early to the sound of birds and the rushing stream, to face our
most 'challenging ride'. After a quick warm up we left our campsite and
descended rapidly to a town called Paucartambo. It was about one and a
half hours of fantastic downhill, wonderful scenery rushed passed as we
descended down the mountain. We relaxed and were left to wander the
small town and take in the sights. The town itself was well presented
and noted for its fair share of festivals, including a Pagan festival,
where dancers adorn colourful costumes and exotic masks. We head out of
town climbing up the steep pass which is 33km taking us to Tres Cruces.
After about 3 hours of riding we were still climbing up the relentless
mountain, the terrain had changed from soft dirt track to hard track
and was hard on the hands and legs. We finally made it to our lunch
site 'Manu National Park' at 3,547m, exhausted and hungry. We mounted
our trusted work horses and were told the next part of the ride was a
rough undulating track, whatever that means! This was 14km of sheer
hell, the clouds settled very quickly and within a few minutes the ride
was becoming more and more difficult. Our front suspension was pounding
the rocks and my hands were becoming numb with the cold. There was many
a corner that I turned and could not see 10ft ahead. It was scary.
We had only done 2km as the track was unforgiving and wet with loose
scree, huge potholes and now the tracks was climbing uphill. Yes we had
our few minutes of thrill as we screamed downhill, but for the next 2
hours it was going to be all uphill. I finally powered my legs to get
to the front of the group and slowly climbed through the national park,
with the Sierras falling steeply off on our right hand side down to the
Amazon Basin. We finally made it to Tres Cruces all very tired but did
not relish the idea of camping. The vista from the campsite overlooking
the Amazon was truly spectacular. We were given a gastronomic delight
for dinner, always by candlelight. Tonight the chefs gave us home made
soup, followed by chicken carbonara and chocolate mousse for dessert
with mulled wine. We all retired to our tents happy and content.Back to top
Day 7- 63km
We
were told that sunrise at the campsite was one of the best in the
world, but unfortunately the cloud cover got the better of the
mountain, so no beautiful sunrise after all! After pancakes with maple
syrup, we headed back over the killer track which we had spent the best
part of two hours negotiating the night before, but today we did it in
a mere 40 minutes. We waited for the remainder of the group to arrive
before the epic downhill into the Amazon. The track from here on in was
just as evil as the previous day's ride. We had a quick briefing that we
should only ride for 30 minute intervals otherwise it would get too
dangerous. The weather had turned and my feet and hands had been frozen
for 2 hours now. We were still in cloud cover and it was dark with
minimal visibility. As we descended down the rough, rock track it
demanded all our strength and concentration as wipeouts were part of
the adrenaline rush. Our hands took the brunt of the force, so we had
to stop every 20 or so minutes to allow the blood to flow into our
hands. The immense forest was magnificent, every inch was covered with
tropical plants and trees all jostling for a place on this mountain. We
had done about 25k and the clouds had lifted and the warmth of the
jungle was very inviting, all steamy and beautiful. We stopped at a
pass half way down the mountain, where we allowed the group to come
together. We had heard that Will had fallen off the mountain and landed
25ft into a tree canopy that appeared to have saved his life. My
'buddy' Sean who heard his cries for help, waited for the support coach
and hoisted him to safety. Danger had now become part of this hellish
downhill track and we all felt for Will and hoped that he would make a
speedy recovery.We were faced with 1.5km vertical drops at some of the locations of the track, looking down was very daunting and scary. As we resumed our ride, I felt the first speckle of rain, soft and gentle at first and within minutes it was a torrential downpour. This made the track even more difficult to navigate and opened up sections of the track which were now mud and loose sliding rock. As the rain poured down I hit a rather large rock and lost my footing as I was clipped into my pedals. As I hit the rock I felt a painful tearing sensation in my lower back and realised it was serious and could get worse, so I dismounted and (tail between my legs) got on the support coach and joined Will. It was the worst moment of my trip and I wished it wasn't happening. My back was in agony and I was determined to soldier on tomorrow. We finally made it to our campsite in the middle of the jungle, it was tranquil and peaceful. We ate and drank and sat around our campfire which we had hoped for but missed til now. Fireflies danced the night away providing us with the evening's entertainment.
Back to top
Day 8- 65km
Today
was the last day of the ride, I wished it wasn't. The day started out
dry and warm. We all ate a hearty breakfast and started our ride at 9am
which for this group of riders was very late, since we normally started
the ride at 6.30am. We slowly made our way down the remaining part of
the mountain, I took it easy as I did not want to aggravate my back, so
I stayed at the back of the group slowly taking in the beauty of the
mountain and the small settlements we passed on the way. The track had
now levelled out and we rode on flat track for about 20k before we
stopped for lunch at our lunch stop, before continuing on with the last
part of the ride. We had started to ride the final 15k of our ride when the
heavens opened up and yet again we had to ride in a torrential
downpour. Then there was short sharp climb to view the spectacular view
point over the Manu National Park, followed by a fast descent to the
end of our road to the jungle village of Atalaya at only 750m.
Unfortunately when we made it to our jungle retreat, the campsite had
been swept away by a torrid flash of water. So our last cycling night
was spent in the comfort of a hotel! Thank you God!Back to top
Day 9- Back to Cusco
Today
we returned to Cusco back along the road we had just cycled , stopping
to appreciate the sheer scale of our travels over the past 6 days. For
the next 8 hours I would be sitting on the bus crawling our way up the
mountain and I was looking down to see the deep world below. Trust me I
did not feel too well. We finally arrived back in Cusco at 6pm, where
we would celebrate the journey we have just completed, unfortunately
altitude and nausea took the better of me and I retreated back to my
hotel room. I awoke to say goodbye to the group and I stayed on a
further 5 wonderful days exploring Cusco and Lake Titticaca.
Back to top
If you have been inspired by Viv and want to do a charity challenge like this for Home-Start, find out more here.See how much money Viv managed to raise for our work supporting families across the UK. Thank you Viv from all of us at Home-Start UK.
