It's the same old story. Pay the extra danero for first class, the good seats, air con and refreshments... and wickedly unruly children hell-bent on being arseholes and robbing you of any shuteye. This particular kid carried on for hours - until close to 4am. Ah well, what can we expect when every second woman you see has kids?
...It hasn't even been 5 weeks, and trying to well up memories of this town is like trying to find water in a desert. All I can say is it would be like taking a holiday to Sydney's inner west. People don't typically travel to Trujillo because of the city, but to come and see the ruins that predate Christ.
Huacas del Sol y Luna are like huge, elaborate sand castles. They're pretty much all that remain of the pre-Inca civilisation, the Moche. These huge constructions are placed on the leeward side of montaña Blanco, so they that could sacrifice people to their mountain god in full-view of the mountain. It was a fairly frustrating day as the guide spoke too fast for Kelli to translate, and it was all kind of rushed along to maximise the amount of things he could show us. The coolest part of the tour was seeing one of the Peruvian hairless dogs. Dark grey, almost a purple colour skin, and a white Mohawk. Spooky lookin' canines. At the halfway stop we were taken to some road house where all the other tour guides take their groups. Traditional dancing and some young girl shaking her backside were on display while I got to try some ceviche. Who would have thought that trying a Peruvian national dish would make me bloody sick... Again!? I should have played it safe like Kel, and got the chicken.
What a boring and shit house post! I feel like I've ripped you off... Maybe some pictures will help paint the scene a little better.
We're heading off next to a place called Huaraz, a mountain town known for it's incredible scenery and tough hiking spots.
Mount White
Hairless dog pup
Big sandcastle (over 80m tall)
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