Lost in the mountains

Ok, well obviously i returned otherwise i wouldn't be writing this but here is yesterdays story: After enjoying the scenery and walking to lake 69 so much (and not having enjoy time to do a long trek, or being fit enough) me and a few of the others decided to do another one day walk. We were to walk to Lake Churrup, the guy at the walking shop advised that we would be able to do that in one day and that we should leave at 7.30am (what?, i'm on holiday). That was our first mistake we all got up late (not just me) at left the town at about 10am clutching our map, a few sandwichs, my camera and a rain coat. En route, we decided to read the guide book about the our walk it said- recommended to be done in 2 days and gave it a difficulty rating of difficult- ok this may not be as easy as the previous hike but we decided to carry on anyway. The taxi dropped us of at the bottom of a large mountain after about 30minute drive and we set off upwards. The walk started off well but much steeper than the previous day and we were soon all tired and stopping frequently but we could see where we were headed which was encouraging. After walking for about 2 1/2 hours we reached the waterfall that is fed from the lake only to be faced with almost a cliff face of bear rock in front of us- i decided it was my turn to lead the group and threw myself at the rock face with great enthusiasm- always wanting to make it a little more challenging (Dad, do you remember the stroll in Cornwall that turned into river crossing and rock climbing?). Jo, the English girl, was not so enthusiastic and slightly afriad of heights and so wasn't impressed when we met some others descending- descending the path beside the rock face that is. We did make it to the top and the lake was spectacular, we sat down and were about to start lunch when there was a huge clap of thunder- our cue to leave and so we began the rather tricky descent. The rain looked like it wouldn't start so i reached into my bag for my sunglasses. oops, it appeared i'd left them at the top- but not to worry one of the boys scrambled back up to the top for me whilst the rest of us sat at the bottom and had a poll of how long he may be (much, much quicker than us lazy sods!). By the time i'd got my sunglasses back it was once again threatening rain and we were facing the very real possibility that we'd be stuck in the rain with no bus to take us back to Huaraz. We began to walk a little faster, saying little and all thinking the same but not daring to say anything. After a few hours walking we'd arrived at the point we began, the clouds had gone and it would only be 90 minutes more until the village we could catch the bus so we stopped, relaxed and had lunch. The last bus back to Huaraz, we'd been told, left at 5.30pm- we were just approaching the village at 5.45! There appeared to be no sign of a bus (oh dear, that would mean a 12km walk back) we decided the best course of action would be to start walking and hope for the best- we were about 5minutes away from Huaraz when a small minibus finally turned up. Needless to say I had very tired legs that evening!