Use the three translators to create the most accurate translation.It was a 26 July 2010 when I mounted my bike for the first time Tarma, three-day trip took me one time roll from Lima to the "city of flowers". I remember that my destiny was then Huancayo, but my friends were commissioned to do that I refocus my goal towards the Central jungle, however was the promise to return someday to complete my trip to the city of Huancayo to Tarma rolling first in Southeast direction through long loin until reaching the province of Jauja and its lagoon of Paca; so it was an October 20, 2012, when I arrived to Tarma for the second time in a bus from Lima that put me back to dream with my goal Huancayo and one of the most emblematic valleys of our country call Huaytapallana. It was 5 in the morning when the bus in which we traveled stops in the city of Tarma (3060msnm), behind the horrors of travel by the co-driver of the bus, had been as thousands of surprises along an almost endless night Lomo Largo Perú announcing immediate and mindless death and the corollary unhappy see culminate my days inside a motorized Hulk not caused me the most minimum happiness. Before the roosters sing our bikes already were ready, Mari and I started to roll towards the main square of Tarma, where Carlos and Filomon, that had rolled of Ticlio to Tarma yesterday, gave us the meeting. A breakfast on the go at the city's most popular market quenched our hunger and soon leave pedals in direction Southeast route from long back. A few months ago Carlos had made this route in the opposite direction (Huancayo-Jauja - Tarma), so this time he would be our guide. The Pacheco Avenue comes very close to the main square of Tarma and as it goes away from the city going leaning uphill, towards the South, until Lome Largo Peru you reach a place called Tarmatambo and then to
another called Huaricolca, so far four cyclists had already taken conscience that the route would not be so easy, however our desire was so big that it outweighed any distance and printing enough force to the pedals to overcome size challenge. The loin long path is demanding 30km of climbing sustained place us at the top of a mountain bordering the 4200msnm, that is not trivial to anyone and instead meant patience and tenacity of whom trace is a goal for the simple fact of experience the strange pleasure of conquest, some call it vanity, and others call it madness. In the end, the loin long path ends up being a feat and a martyrdom at the same time, it is rewarded by a wide variety of textures and colors that delight
the retina, because nature unfolds in a sort of dream-like scenario where all coexist in harmony and all rhyme with the sound of the wind and the brightness of the light. While Carlos and Filomon, carried by his demons, are quickly devouring the slopes of long loin, Mari and I are going demonstrating ciclo-fotografia in each span of asphalt, while then Puna will impose on the gray canvas of a great road that will trickle into the width and alien world of vicuñas that still survive in the time. Huaricolca close, a local teenager of leather shoes and trouser jean leaves us to meet, his name is Edwin and you are rolling with solvency on an ancient car that is older than him and weighs almost the same. Your bike is iconic and dignified, she accompanies him ever 10km in ascent and another 10km of descent, are perfectly understood. Edwin is a talkative boy, he became close friend of Lomo Largo Perú Carlos and accompanied him to the Summit of long loin, which earned him some gloves given to him by our friend Carlos. Rediscover us all at the Summit we take photo of farewell and then we said goodbye to Edwin that he would return to his home, but
not before to remind us that we already knew his home and when great around these parts we were to visit him. About 2 o'clock left the Summit of long loin and let us rolling in free fall by the winding asphalt that leads to the city of Jauja. Only an hour later managed to glimpse a sign saying Acolla and then I stop and I get to scrutinize the mountainous landscape that 18 years ago had me spellbound with her colossal beauty, I had traveled those roads on foot when there was still no road, it had been my first trip away from home for business reasons, there was when I fell in love with the Earth and discovered that the world would be my homeyears later I studied biology and I became a cyclist. To the 3.45 pm a scarlet sign announces our arrival in Jauja, but before a walk by the Paca lagoon was intended to solve the hunger that we brought in tow, however Paca trout failed to satisfy hunger or the demanding palates of these cycle-transported four that had
crossed long loin by dint of pure pedal; and there is no more reason to stay in the lagoon we head to Jauja to then start the night shot to Huancayo. Two hours and 15 minutes it took us travel the 50 km that separate Huancayo Jauja, sometimes managed to reach up to 35 km/h. The incredible thing is that he did not feel cold and not even a single drop of rain fell us. The center of Huancayo is a cosmopolitan place, has developed rapidly in recent years, is today a city contaminated, in modernity, the noise and the debauchery, resembles Lima. They were the 9 pm when we realized that I were in danger of falling to sleep in the street, nor a hotel had a room for us. It was a wicked, shameful, unhappy and stressful situation, apparently everyone had come to Huancayo and for this reason its hotels had trapping tummies parishioners of pleasure and adventure. Guided by Filomon we went Street in the street looking for a shelter to sleep. More than one hour it took us to find a worthy hotel, with decent bed and bathroom worthy for a decent night according to the requirement of an iconic route. Five hours of sleep were enough to overcome long spine wear, there is more time to sleep, as the dream of the Perú Huaytapallana
was something that everyone wanted to comply to the letter. At 7 am on Sunday we were all gathered at the House of the uncles of Charles, who graciously agreed to store our bikes at home and who also had the generosity to invite us to have breakfast at your table, the best breakfast he had taken in a long time, was vastly beating trout PACA and the merciless chifa had tasted the night before. The food pomp was composed
of bread buns, cheese, corn, delicacy and pouring coffee, that was the ultimate. At 8 o'clock in the morning the pedals returned to turn and life became a party forever, 30km in a north-easterly direction, through dirt trail, with a height of 1300m, foreshadowed the hard hours, however there were us, undeterred, with our tempering of steel and our colossal will. The path to the Huaytapallana begins in the San Carlos Avenue, which then joins the avenida Camell solar. Close to the neighborhood ameliorate the track becomes an unpaved road that goes It was July 26, 2010 when I came to Tarma for the first time mounted in my bicycle, three days of trip it took that time to me to roll from Lima up to the “City of the Flowers”. I remember that that one then my destination was Huancayo, but there were in charge of doing my friends that I was reorienting my target towards the Central Forest, nevertheless there stayed the promise to return to Tarma some day to reach my trip to the city of Huancayo rolling firstly in Southeast direction about the route of Long Loin up to reaching the province of Shangri-La and its Lagoon of Bale; this way it happened one October 20, 2012 when I arrived at Tarma for the second time in a bus proceeding from Lima who
set me to dream back of my target Huancayo and of one of the most emblematic snow-capped mountains of our country to which they call Huaytapallana. It was 5 o'clock of the morning when the bus in which we were traveling stops in the cityof Tarma (3060msnm), behind the horrors had stayed of traveling inthe copilot of the bus, since thousands of scares throughout one almost endless night were announcing the most immediate and stupid death and the unhappy corollary of seeing to culminate my days inside a motorized rattletrap that was not provoking his most minimal happiness. Before the roosters were singing our bikes they were already ready, Mari and I begin rolling towards the main square of Tarma, where Carlos and Filomón, which had rolled from Ticlio Tarma the previous day, gave us the meeting. A breakfast to the step on the most popular market of the city satisfied our famine and to small moment enrumbamos pedals in Southeast direction for the Route of Long Loin. A few months ago Carlos
had done this route in the opposite direction (Huancayo-Jauja-Tarma), so in this occasion he Lomo Largo Perú would be our guide. The avenue Pacheco is born very close to the Tarma main square and as it is moving away from the metropolis one is inclining slope arrives, in South direction, up to coming to a place called Tarmatambo and then to another called Huaricolca, so far four cyclists we had already taken conscience of which the route would not be so easy, nevertheless our will was so big that it was overcoming any distance and was printing enough force on the pedals to overcome size I challenge. The route of Long Loin is demanding, 30km of climbed supported they place us in the top of amountain that borders on them 4200msnm, that is not a triteness for anybody and on the contrary it was meaning the patience and the firmness of
the one who plans a goal for the simple fact of experiencing the strange pleasure of the conquest, some of them call it a vanity and others call it a madness. In the end, the route of Long Loin ends up by being a prowess and a martyrdom simultaneously, which turns out to be rewarded for a big variety of textures and colors that delight the retina to more not be able, since the nature opens in a luck of oneiric stage where everything coexists in harmony and everything rhymes with the sound of the wind and the sheen of the light. While Carlos and Filomón taken by its demons, are devouring swiftly the slopes of Long Loin, Mari and I we are making cycle - photo a show in every span of the asphalt, while to the ripeness the Puna it is imposed on the gray linen of an unbeatable highway that is penetrating in the wide and foreign world of the vicunas that still
survive in the time. Close to Huaricolca, an adolescent villager of shoes of leather and pants jean it goes out to the meeting for us, its name is Edwin and it is rolling with solvency on a very old single-seater Use the three translators to create the most accurate translation. The Ministry of culture through the Regional Bureau for culture (DRC) Junie, made the diagnosis of the State of conservation of a section of the Qhapaq Ñan, Andean highway system, in the segment joining the administrative centers inca Tarmacadam and HatunXauxawhich some unscrupulous people have accessed the farmland, has caused alteration of stairs and retaining walls. Faced with this situation, the Junín DRC will begin, in coordination with the headquarters of the Ministry of culture, the corresponding sanctions process against those
responsible for this attack against the Cultural heritage of the nation, said the archaeologist of the portfolio, Marco Lopez Cervantes. At the same time will start relevant investigations in order to identify those responsible for the partial destruction of some archaeological stone platforms associated with the inca trail in the places of Mesapampa and Ingapmisan, said Joel Mendoza Palacios, archaeologist of the same Regional direction. It should be noted that Qhapaq Ñan between Tarmatambo and HatunXauxa belonged to the inca road axis that traveled through the mountains of the Central Andes, Cuzco and Quito. In the heights of long spine, between the provinces of Tarma and Jauja, this road becomes have more than twenty meters wide, with walls of stone, steps, cobbled sections and remains of possible drainage vents and other features similar. Because of its importance as a way of allowing the flow of goods, resources and populations between administrative Pump,
Chacamarca, Tarmacadam and HatunXauxa centres, this section deserves urgent conservation actions, said Manuel Percales Munguia, archaeologist of the DRC Junín. He also noted that the Ministry of culture through the Regional Office being made registration of the indicated section of the Qhapaq Ñan, in order to promote future projects oriented towards its implementation in social use.
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