Thursday, September 13, 2007

More pics day 6-8


Pic 1: Guinea pig, the national dish...



Pic 2: Thermal baths in Chivay



Pic 3: Dine-and-dance with our tour group...



Pic 4: Local farmers on their land



Pic 5: Colca Canyon



Pic 6: Taxis in Arequipa



Pic 7: A girl with a cat (obviously...)



Pic 8: A small settlement somewhere between Chivay and Arequipa



Pic 9: Sunset seen from the bus between Nazca and Arequipa



Pic 11: Arequipa



Pic 12: Arequipa



Pic 13: Arequipa.

A welcome party, some coca-leaves and a night in Cape Town... (Day 6-8, Arequipa)

Because my hostels in Lima and Nazca were rather quite places I decided to book a hostel in Arequipa described as “Party hostel”. I supposed this meant there would be a bar where people would gather to go out in town afterwards… Not quite the truth, it was more like a disco with sleep-over possibility… Anyway, arriving from Nazca I immediately had my big welcome party!

The next day was more of a recovery day, having a relaxed two hour-lasting brunch in the backpacker’s hostel. In the afternoon I visited downtown Arequipa. The next two days I joined a tour into the Colca Canyon. Great fun, especially because of our crazy guide Maria Eugenia!

As we would be spending most of our time above 4000m we were advised to chew coca-leaves and drink coca-tea. This is the way local people try to cope with altitude sickness. A bit disappointing but after about 30 leaves and 2 cups of tea I still don’t feel any effect…

So what did we do apart from coca-chewing and lama-watching? Well, we went to the Chivay hot water thumbs (wow, soo relaxing!). We had a nice dine-and-dance night at a local village. (What a shame, will have to work on my Peruvian dancing skills…) and we hiked in the Colca Canyon.

After the tour I and Cristian, a South-African guy I met in Arequipa, took the overnight bus to Cuzco. We talked about rugby, cricket, surf spots and Cape Town nightlife… I just felt South-African again!

More pics sandboarding


Pic 1: Sun is rising, the top of the Cerdo Blanco at the horizon.


Pic 2: Almost there...


Pic 3: Boarding down

More pics day 3-5


Pic 1: Fresh juice and chicken sandwiches! Life is good!



Pic 2: Nazca graves



Pic 3: Me in the plane above the Nazca Lines



Pic 4: A monkey (Nazca Lines)



Pic 5: Creature in rock (Nazca Lines)



Pic 6: Strange building in Nazca



Pic 7: Nazca town square





A lazy afternoon, a small plane and loads of sand... (Day 3-5, Nazca)

After an early bustrip from Lima, I spend my first day in Nazca being lazy at the swimming pool. Just relaxing in the sun, reading a bit, having a beer... the good life!

The second day I made a flight over the famous Nazca lines, huge figures in the desert sand made by the early Nazca cultures to communicate with their gods. There are figures of a bird, a monkey, a whale… As they are only visible from high altitude, the early Nazca people have never seen them their selves! Quite impressive! In the afternoon I visited some grave tombs (less impressive!) and did some shopping Nazca town.

On my third day I sandboarded the Cerdo Blanco dune, with 2000m the highest dune in the world. Although sandboarding is a kind of a slow sport (compared with snowboarding or surfing) the hike towards the top of the Cerdo Blanco was more than worth the trip! We got dropped at the bottom of the dune at about 4.00AM and hiked the first 2 hours under the moonlight. When we reached the top of the dune at about 10.30AM, the sun was already burning so we didn’t waist too much time there and boarded down. After having recovered from the early morning adventure, I took the 3PM bus to Arequipa.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Ever "boarded" a Peruvian bus?


Imagine a South-American bus ride… one would certainly think about giant delays, uncomfortable seats, cattle on the bus… not on Peruvian buses! Or better, at least not on the buses of “Cruz del Sur”. Everyone travelling with “Cruz del Sur” is supposed to check in his or her luggage minimum 30 minutes before departure. After an extensive ID-control, passing the metal detector, a bag search, a body search and being filmed, one can take his spacey place in the bus.


Before departure the bus attendants check if you have fastened your seatbelts and also give a safety demonstration pointing out the emergency exits. Just after leaving one of the drivers (in Spanish ironically called “pilotos”) takes the word and gives some information on the route and the expected weather conditions on arrival. The attendants also serve meals and drinks and… organize an on-board prize Bingo… can you believe it!

More pics day 1-2


Pic 1: Miraflores by day


Pic 2: Miraflores by night

Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing... (Day 1-2, Lima)


After a more than tiring 20 hours of travelling, I finally hear the pilot’s magic words "cabin crew please take your seats for landing". All of a sudden the plane breaks through the ever-present clouds of the Lima area and a few minutes later we are taxing towards the Lima International Airport Terminal. Yipie! I am in South-America! Can’t believe it!


Lima is still asleep when Jorge, a very religious taxi driver, drops me of at my backpacker’s hostel in Miraflores. The next two days I will be discovering this giant city (8 million inhabitants). In a few words: Lima is humid and cold city, in winter times always cloudy. The inner city is always filled with horning taxi- and minibus drivers who are making a big attempt to speed up global warming.

The highlights of my stay in Lima were for sure the visit to the old monasterio (including Rubens paintings... did I had to come to Peru for this!?) and a nice dinner with Fernando, a fellow traveller from Bilboa, at the Baranco seaside. Although you certainly could spend a few weeks in Lima, I decided escape the clouds/pollution and go for some sun and fresh air in Nazca...