That Condor Moment

As a rule I am unlucky with my wildlife spotting in the ‘wild’.

A tigerless tiger safari in India, a whale free visit to Hermanus in South Africa, zero dolphins on a boat trip in Mauritius specifically arranged to see the grey beauties, not a cetacean to be seen on a whaling expedition in Iceland (on my 50th birthday as well)!

In 2001 whilst backpacking in Peru, I paid for a trip to see the condors of Colca Canyon, a two day trip from Arequipa.

It was a long way to go to see some birds, albeit some very impressive ones. With my track record, I was reluctant to commit. What if the broad-winged beasts were elsewhere at this time?

I was given a cast iron guarantee that they would be present. Not a ‘or your money back’ type guarantee, but good enough to persuade me to part with my dollars.

The trip was more than just birds of course – an evening in the freezing cold town of Chivay at altitude, a fairly decent meal considerably enhanced by plenty of intoxicating pisco sours together with a guitar & panpipe group in traditional costume (just like the types commonly found at many British shopping centres in fact!) inevitably including an instrumental version of ‘El Condor Pasa’, made famous by Simon and Garfunkel, on their play list plus very happily the beautiful natural landscape of the canyon high up in the Andes were also included.

However it was the feathered creatures that I and everybody else had come to see.




I was a little perturbed to find that we only had a two hour window of opportunity to see the birds of prey, but figured this would be plenty of time to take in their majestic form.

Our minibus parked up alongside several others and we were directed along a path to the cliff edge, where on a rocky ledge sat three condors.Peru 2-1

Snap snap snap. Now, when do they take off and stretch their considerable wings?

When the thermals are right so they can hang on the breeze apparently, hovering until such time as they have spotted their prey and swooped for dinner.

Well the trio of inanimate birds, the largest flying birds in the Western Hemisphere, were worthy of a few pictures, but we had all come to see them floating gracefully, their three metre wingspan drawing gasps of admiration.

We waited, and waited and waited. Other minibuses that had arrived before us left, their passengers disconsolate that the birds had remained as flightless as an ostrich or indeed an elephant!

One hour-fifty passed by. I had done it again. A Jonah of the highest order!

But then, without warning, something stirred. One of the New World vultures stood up, stretched its wings and launched itself of the ledge, soon to be soaring high above the canyon and the Colca River below.

He was quickly joined by his brethren and for ten minutes a minibus full of travellers clicked away, in those pre-digital days praying that they had got a decent shot. How did I fare with my basic Canon? I will let you be the judge of that.

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  1. Ohh noo, I’m sorry about your bad luck in previous trips to see dolphins and whales.
    I have also had some bad luck myself, I hope it will change soon haha.
    I am happy that you got to see the condors flying!!

    Thank you for joining #MondayEscapes

  2. Oh, so glad you got to see the condors flying. I was getting a bit scared towards the end of the story. I saw two North American condors (a little bit smaller than the Southern American ones) last year in Big Sur. They left me speechless. I couldn’t even move to take a picture.

  3. If you want to see a dolphi then go to Dingle in Ireland – it is guaranteed and if by chance you don’t see it then there is no charge for the boat trip!

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