Jorge and I had already shared a turkey burger that morning, and the trip out to El Bosque was more about the promise of the stunning mountain views than going on a foodie adventure. He had been to El Bosque at El Pinar several times before (usually on his bike), and even with the threat of oncoming rain clouds, I was excited to be closer to the mountains again.
Trying to get anywhere in central Huaraz around 1pm requires exceptional patience. It’s the time when primary-aged students finish school and the scene is what I would describe as organised chaos. The scene fascinated me because even though Huaraz is a small city (and this I assume is a daily occurrence for most kids and their families), the pavements simply weren’t built to cope with the extra foot traffic. People spill onto the narrow roads, with car and moto-taxi horns adding to the street symphony of vendors selling fried chicken and ceviche.