So we finally left Cusco and headed to Arequipa. A town famous for its churches and a great big hole in the ground nearby. It actually has two of the world's deepest caynons nearby, over 3100m deep. We only decided to go to the second deepest which is a full 150m smaller.
We met up with Tess and Lexi Barrett, friends from college who happened to be in the same place at the same time and headed off on a 4 day trek with Cool Raul as our guide. Trekking in a caynon is pretty simple. Down one side and up the other and then back down and up again with a few green spots down the bottom. 
Top
Some giraffe skin on the way down (or so Lexi thought)
Bottom
They way back up. A little green spot on the bottom left where we stopped for swim. You can sort of see our path up from bottom left to top right.The trek took us to some fairly remote villages. Remote in the sense that they don't have electricity and have little use for money. The indigenous culture is still very strong in caynon with a lot of bartering carried on. Housing is made from the materials around them (rock, mud and wood) but they still have sophisticated aquaduct systems to have running water and to water their crops.
But the highlight ended up being the last day which we thought was going to be the worst. We had arrived back at our starting point on the night of the third day. The 4th day solely consisted of us heading back to Arequipa with a stop in the early morning a little way along the caynon to see some condors.
We scored!!!!!! Around 8 condors performed for us for over an hour.
You can tell how lucky we were by the reactions of the locals.
They started far away but came right in close on many sweeping flights to have a look at all the gringos staring back at them. The money shot. No photo editing there.
We even had some come to rest only 20m away from us.
A final goodbye. Not quite as cool as Llamas but not far off.
