My Muse wanes, but I will try to get it back.
As I continue the bus marathon to Chachapoyas I am glad that this part of our trip is in daylight. I have travelled this route before but only during the night and so have not experienced the beauty of this slice of Peru.
Winding through the western portion of the mountains I can see traces of habitation, mostly tidy squares of crops in a multitude of green laying in eyebrow shaped bits of farmed land eked out along the river bends at the base of the western mountains. Oranges, mangos and fields of rice are a stark contrast to the dry mounds of mountainous rock.
Up, down and all around we go, as the road snakes and switchbacks, a very long eventual east.