
Adrian with "Peruvian Mountain Dog"
Adrian’s an interesting guy. 32`years old with a definite grunge style to his appearance. Tall and skinny, he doesn’t look like the typical outdoorsy professional guide—More like a former bass player from a Seattle grunge band. Very easy going about most things but clearly has a basic plan for how, where and when things should be happening. When things are falling behind a bit or need adjusting, he seems to have connections thoughout Huaraz and the cordillera blanca that seamlessly get things straightened out with no sense of scrambling. For instance, once we returned from Cashapampa, we quickly cleaned up and headed to Siam los de andes for best Thai food ever. Around 9 pm, Alfredo arrives to let us know that our transport to Lima for the next morning cannot drive because some special permit is needed. The 8 hour trip is critical to getting Josh and I home. Somehow, between 10 pm and 8 am the next morning, Adrian has arranged a new private transport with an emergency backup of professional bus tickets just in case the private transport doesn’t work out somehow—all the while stopping off to say goodbye to friends in Huaraz and drinking pisco sours with Josh and I in celebration until well after midnight.
He’s been active in the Huaraz scene for so long that every restaurant we go to, he’s greeted like family that hasn’t back to visit in a long time. The kids of the owners treat him like a favorite uncle. Our plans for after returning to base camp change when our arriero invites us to his home for cuy after we ride horses back to Cashapampa. Once there Tony and his wife asked Adrian to be their daughter’s godfather. It was an unbelievably positive and intimate experience, and I feel honored to have been invited into it.
The funny thing is, despite his laid back, unperturbed exterior, when things begin to go pearshaped, he quickly and subtly switches into a serious driven professional guide mode. Suddenly you realize he’s taking control of the situation, making decisions, setting up constituency plans and evaluating his resources. On the day that he and Josh summited Quitaraju, a Peruvian guide for the German team took a 60 meter fall when the anchor he was rappelling from failed. Despite being tired and almost back to col camp, he helped assess the situation since the Peruvian team didn’t have a radio to contact their Austrian IFMGA`certified guide. Upon returning to camp, Adrian told us, it was unclear when we’d be descending, but cautiously continue breaking down camp. He also informed me that I may be pressed into service as a physician and asked if I would be able to do so if needed. In the meantaime, he conferred with the Austrian guide and obtained phone numbers and contacts for emergency helicopter transport if needed. Once he saw the injured guide descending on his own, he was willing to start our descent to basecamp. Definitely not just a bass player from the Seattle grunge scene.