After we
had left Trujillo
for the south, again we spend another night in another bus with moderate chairs
to sleep in. And this time we were woken up by the freezing cold altitude of
Huaraz, an out-door sports paradise in the middle of the Peruvian Andes. Along
with us, two girl, one from the U, S and A, and an Aussie, stepped out into the
cold with us. They had a recommendation for a cheap nice hostel, and so we
tagged along in hope of a decent accommodation. The good news were: it was cheap,
the bad news: it was filled with Israeli travelers.
Now before anyone raises their voice and screams “racists” I have to say, they do have the potential to be the most annoying travelers one could meet along their way, due to their habits:
Now before anyone raises their voice and screams “racists” I have to say, they do have the potential to be the most annoying travelers one could meet along their way, due to their habits:
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they
always travel in huge Israeli packs
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they
always speak Hebrew (which after a while just gets so annoying to the ear)
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they
barely socialize with other travelers (although I met few exceptions)
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they
always cook fore themselves and block the kitchen for hours, 3 times a day AND
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they
have the notion of being the loudest people in the bunch, even if they should
rather shut up (i.e. in the jungle, when you want to see easily scared/ shy
animals).
Now this is
only my personal experience, and I’d love someone to convince me otherwise.
Nevertheless, I am actually not yet repelled by this and still want to go to
Tel Aviv, because I heard it must be an amazing city.
Anywho, so
we rode into little Jerusalem
and got our beds. Next action, leave the place and look for stuff to do around
the town. To our surprise, there isn’t anything to do. There are no churches,
no other historical sights and no huge markets to buy stuff. The only thing
there is, and there is plenty of it, is travel agencies and tour operators. Millions
of them, all offering the same stuff, and all are varying in prices.
In the end,
we decided for one company that looked sound and went to the print shop to get
our drinking game printed, that we had in mind to play with our two new
friends. The gemae unfortunately never really gained speed, as the hostel staff
was being a bunch of dicks and constantly reminded us to be quite as other
people were in the hostel, too… around 7pm. Still we got plastered and the next
morning I was suffering soooooo bad from altitude sickness and barely got my
ass up. Despite the 3hrs drive up the mountain from where our tour to the
Lagoon 69 started, I still felt like ass, and also, had some stomach problems,
which added to the fun. Truth to be told, I didn’t like that day at all and
wiggled behind the rest of the group, seriously trying not to day along the
way. And I barely had an eye for the beautiful landscape all around us.
Up on top,
we finally made it to the Lagoon 69 and first chilled out for a solid hour.
After Chris kinda pushed towards stripping to the shorts and running in the
freezing cold lake. As I not only had a week stomach, a head like an ambos and
the beginning of a cold sneaking up on me, I passed on the opportunity to catch
death fully and let him do his thing. And let alone by watching him run into
the cold water, my testicles inverted inside into my body and stayed there for
the whole time Chris jiggled in the lake.
After we had
to face the walk back down, but somehow we made it quite fast and were only 15
minutes late for the bus, like everyone else, and of course the bus had waited.
After followed the most uncomfortable 3 hrs in a minibus I ever ever ever had
to endure in my life. I sat in the front row, in the middle seat, which
originally must have been designed for dwarves and midgets, and no offense here
please, but I was literally hugging myself for the whole ride, and no one from
the back was willing to change seats with me, not even after clearly describing
my misery to them. Anywho, for Chris and me, the place got its tick on our
list, and after a massive fest in a Chifa
Place (Chinese Food) we hurried for the Bus
Station to catch the next bus to the capital, LIMA .
Another
night in the Bus, this time more comfortable and as well warmer upon arrival.
Still it was a little early, so we stayed in the terminal, studied our Lonely
Planet once more concerning accommodation and food and around 7 took a cab to
“el Mochilero” in Miraflores.
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And the place
was AMAZING, nice and friendly, and in a beautiful area. Unfortunately, we
forgot our food bag in the cab, in which Chris had wisely put some of his
cloths so he wouldn’t have to carry them in his big bag. Well, off the cab
went, and so his stuff.
The early
hours before noon were then spent to drive back to the terminal in order to ask
the staff if they knew the cabbie and if there was a chance we could get the
things back. Of course there wasn’t…
In the end,
we let this one go, stepped by the supermarket and got some beers for the
soccer game that was lying ahead. Bavaria Munich against Real Madrid, and it
was broadcasted on our living rooms massive flat screen. Thus, asses placed in
the front row, rip open a cold beer and let the game begin.
And a heartbeat
game it was! When it went into over-time the whole hostel was already standing
on their seats and the penalty shoot-out did it for the most of them. In the
end, ¾ of the viewers left the living room satisfied but without finger nails,
close to a heart attack, but still happy Bavaria Munich won. Two of these peeps
were Chris and I. Later that day, we had agreed to hang out with some of the
other blokes and go kicking around for a bit too. It was 12bucks a man, but it
was totally worth it. We had a great day playing, made some new friends, and
best of all finished the day off by BBQing on the hostels rooftop!!! Great
Times!!
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The next
day we had a nice little sleep in, wrote some stuff on the computer and toured
around the town a bit. I can tell you it is huge and we walked quite some miles
around the place. Especially the waterfront is amazing, with it’s cliffs over
the water, you have an absolutely incredible view over the coastline and the
little surfers down below.
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Furthermore,
the city is buzzing. There are shops and stores everywhere, and you don’t
really know where to look next. I think the contrast of that laid-back little
place in the mountains to the big city might have helped to increase the
sensation, but it still is very lively.
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In the
afternoon, we again went to the supermarket to get some more charcoles to get
the BBQ going and after shopping groceries stepped into the nearest back
because in needed money. Here, the card went into the machine and just stayed
there, without me having pushed or pressed anything. What followed was an angry
conversation with a telephone service employee who apparently did not want to
help me and kept saying “the card is broken, you have to come back in the
morning”. I just feared that the machine would give out my card to anyone who
would step by, and tried to use it, if it already keeps cards for no reason. We
still had the BBQ on the roof, although we would have settled in for a night in
the back to guard the machine and make sure no one uses it. In the end, a hand
written piece of paper did the trick and kept people from using the machine,
just as one little key the next morning opened the machine and the owner of
that key handed me my credit card again.
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After
having the card back, I got money somewhere else and we got our tickets to Ica , where we were
promised, we could go sand-boarding in the world’s biggest dunes. And only 4hrs
later we arrived in Ica ,
ready to hit the sand-slopes.
Unfortunately,
it was already dark AND sandboarding could only be done in the neighbouring
village, a oasis called Huacachina. So we spend one night in a shitty hostel in
Ica and left
the next morning for Sandboard-Paradise.
Right
there, we booked ourselves into the next hostel and organized a Sand-Buggy
& Sand-Board Tour, starting at 4pm so we would just finish the tour by
watching the sunset over the dunes. AND IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!
That night
was Saturday and we let the desert burn once more, before we left the dunes to
head towards Cuzco and the Holy Grail of South
America travelers: Machu Picchu .
Oh You Holy Inka Capital, make us imbeciles shiver in sight of your sheer
Awesomeness!!!
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