South America 5 Sucre


Sucre, Bolivia Days 19-27 April 13-21
We arrived in Sucre after another overnight bus, which saved us on a hostel, the bus didnt allow much sunlight to see Bolivia. Once we arrived in Sucre we got a taxi to our Hostel the Quechua inn and unpacked. The Hostel was fantastic, it was run by, fittingly a quechua, one of the larger indigenous cultures, named Luis who was also an artist. He had essentially opened up his home and as a result it had a great kitchen, TV room and the rooms felt like a nicely maintained spare room. We got an ensuite for $4 a night, we stayed there for the entire time we were in Sucre, and met 20 or 30 different people who came and went as most did 2 week intensive Spanish courses. We met 2 french Canadian guys, Remy and Frank who were there for the first week or so and hung out with them most of the time. We relied on other peoples Spanish but were slowly getting better being able to understand and ask for directions and ordering food, Jonny was good at numbers for haggling. We didnt do a Spanish course, the thing to do in Sucre, as they were pricey, so instead looked into doing some treks in the nearby Andes.

Sucre Plaza de Armas
Sucre used to be immensely rich as the mines in Potosi, produced almost 50,000 tons of Silver alone and far more Gold, Sucre was where most of the Spanish gold and Silver went through. As a result the whole city is a UNESCO world heritage site and feels very European, kind of like Bath. It had some of the best looking plazas and public buildings we had seen so far. The buildings are mostly uniform bleach white in colour and the main Plaza is really amazing, pictures uploaded with this post will do it justice. There are also a lot of universities in Sucre and its the old constituional capital, meaning itŽs a rich (by bolivian standards), educated city. Despite this education the city still pay overly enthusiatic people dressed up in Zebra outfits to help adults cross the road, this was still Bolivia after all. After the first day wandering around the city centre we went back to the hostel and asked about a good place for dinner. A Canadian girl we later trekked with recommended la Taverne a french restaraunt. The best Steak I ever had cost me $9, they didnt even bother giving you a steak knife, you didnt need it. It asked to fall apart under the weight of a butter knife. Sucre had been good to us the first few days, but we needed to get out and see some of the rugged hills and mountains you could see from the centre of town.

We decided to do a day horseback ride to see if they looked as good up close. Obviously they did, especially from the top of the biggest horse they had Otto, he didnt take any notice of my directions at first almost galloping off down a main road at the first and only roundabout we faced. By the end of the trip though we had a kind of understanding, I let him do what he want as long as he followed the rest of the group. The panaramics and views were stunning, you could see for miles of clear eucalyptus (weirdly) Forest and the first waves of imposing foothills of the Andes. There were 8 of us riding and 4 of which were experienced riders, we gallopped, a lot. Galloping on a horse that big is scary and I had new respect for those short irish men who hurl themselves over huge walls. Once you got the hang of it it was fun, Jonny unfortunately didnt and tried to pull the reins back on his horse while all the rest were galloping. It bucked and very nearly through him right off, he walked with his tail between his legs the rest of the way back.
My horse Otto

We were impressed with what wed seen in the country and booked a 3 day trek the next day. We booked with Condor who had been recommended by someone in La Paz, all the money go back to the communities in these incredibly isolated, poor, well, not even a village just collections of shacks and livestock really. We set out at 5am after 4 days in Sucre and drove until 7 to the starting point 3000m up. I wasnt exactly well equipped I was wearing a regular shirt and shorts and trainers. Id left my waterproofs on Grannys spare bed, but Schakleton did Antarctica with Spam and not a lot else, so with a heavy sense of delusion I buckled my bag and we set off. It was warm and the sun intense, but the views were like nothing Id ever seen or imagined. The sheer space of it was staggering, huge, ridiculously scaled mountains that kind of ambled with no real apparent steepness to 4000 to 6000m took up half the view. The other was meandering river valleys and intense purple copper deposits, you could see the geometric shapes where the earths crust had crunched up like a carpet to form these mountains. I like the lake district but this was something completely different. The walk itself was steep as we desended towards the only road next to the nearby river, a probably 20 ft across river had carved this gigantic valley between 5 or 6 3-5000m behemoths. We had a light lunch around 1 that our guide, esteban also quechua, had to carry and prepare all our food all 3 days, which he took easily in his stride. I had not brought water and the 2 girls we were hiking with, one the canadian girl from the hostel, another an Aussie vet who loved trekking, had helped me out but I didnt want to ask for too much. At Lunch all I ate were cucumbers and tomatoes for there water and by the end of the day I felt drunk I was so dehydrated. We stumbled into the small village of Maragua around 6 and collapsed into bed. We ate dinner and chatted and were in bed by 10, we woke up at 630 the next day to start again.

This for 300 of 360 degrees

This for 300 of 360 degrees

It felt great to be out of cities and the sense of accomplishment at the end of each day was really what kept us going. It was dry, intense heat and a lot of walking down, then flat, then straight up vertical, the whole trip was well worth the 40 or so pounds we paid. We ran into some wild bulls on the second day as well as going to see dinosaur footprints preserved in stone, these were really cool as there were some big ones following a smaller set, so it must have been curtains for the smaller one, well eventually both thinking about it. The third day we went to a waterfall which was really nice and refreshing, as well as the scariest thing Ive ever encountered. A lot of the ridges have paths hugging them and then loose gravel usually for around a 100m or so before a dropoff. The last hour or so of the third day there was no 100m buffer, no safety net, but about 3 footwide of loose gravel and a sheer drop of about 500m on one side. I was shaking but got it done, it was the most scared IŽve ever been but undoutedly a rush, the girls breezed through it. The people who live there wear traditional dress and live in adobe huts, kids constantly run up to you selling bracelets and plastic bottles sculptures, I had no idea what they looked forward to or did other than farm. I guess the views and there culture kept them there but I was glad to see a town by the third day. Condor had built a sattelite dish for internet and a Library in the town which was great as people in this part of Bolivia, and as a whole have been ignored for centuries. The accomodation was great in all of the stops and our guide great despite speaking no english we had several broken conversations and a lot of the sciency things we could understand.

We got a 3 hour bus ride back to Sucre on the final day through the mountains on narrow dirt tracks with sheer edges in a bus that looked and felt (suspension wise) from the 60s. It was a local bus with families with pets presumably off to the big smoke to visit relatives, a cute puppy got stepped on, a lot. Stout, in both size and demeanor, indigenous ladies in traditional wear and men commuting. The air was heavy with the smell of Coca and horrifically off key wailing music. Around 10am on the way back to Sucre there was a temporary road block, an incredibly common happening in Bolivia, there was even a strike because the government wanted to make it illegal for bus drivers to be drunk.(,8599,1969708,00.html)

This meant we sat around for an hour waiting but more broadly meant we didnŽt visit Lake Titicaca and Copacabana on the way to La paz, which was rather annoying and was a common issue with other travellers. The city was under siege with no water or food in for weeks and horror stories of people arriving expecting lake swimming and floating islands and having to trek to Peru (2 or 3 days) to find a hostel. Im all for people standing up for themselves and corruption is endemic in Bolivia so I suppose its a lack of other options (or stuborness, laziness and corruptions in unions.) We arrived back in Sucre tired and ready for a fews days of lying around eating, drinking and smoking which we happily did.

We had stumbled across Boca Rica, a rum, which costed 15Bs (thats £1.50 of your Old English pound) it had made an impression on us and would do for the length of our time in Bolivia. We went out to the backpackers lodge most nights and ended up in a karaoke bar once or twice, this was full of weird dates where the men would serenade there lady with a cheesy love song, we drunkedly sang ACDC and Vanilla Ice and set a slightly different mood. We also went to the market most days and made lunch and dinner at the hostel to save money. Buying food from the market was fun and different while meals themselves were a big, fun communal affair at Quechua and we spoke with some of the more studiuous people at the hotel then.

The bombing of the Boston marathon had happened recently and one of the older guests was from Connecticut, so I asked him about it and he obviously thought it horrific. It turned out he was also from Sandy Hook, the town in Connecticut where a terrible shooting had happened. He had been travelling for a year and wasnt there but his insight was pretty disturbing, a small, nondescript town thrust into the media spotlight for all the wrong reasons. A sidetrack I suppose but we had an interesting discussion about guns and the Americas, including South America, outlook on violence was very different to elsewhere.

Bolivia specifically has been destroyed by the war on drugs, wide spread violence and corruption is accepted by a people whose social and cultural structure, known as ayllu, in which the many work towards a big community pool which the elders enjoy most. This is perfect for crooked politicians and drug barons to exploit, this is something which is constantly in your face in South America. Huge mineral wealth and incredible senseless poverty usually based on wether your indigenous or Latin (White). The Coca leaf plays a number of roles in this viscous cycle. As a leaf it is a mild, widespread (%92 of Bolivian men chew it) stimulant like coffee that gives slight euphoria, makes you feel less hungry, and dumbs pain, its therefore the perfect fuel for slaves. This means Sucre, which is close to the mines where generations were worked to death fed mainly on Coca, was a huge market for the leaf. We bought some and tried it, it was something like drinking a coffee and then generally feeling a bit healthier (it is incredibly good for you nutritionally) but its bitter and a bit horrible like chewing tobacco.

Jimmy arrived after around a week and we took them immediately to La tavern for Dinner, which wasnt as good as the last spiritually good steak but still nice after days of eating market food. It was great to have some new blood and talk about what we had done so far, Jimmy got robbed. We showed them around Sucre for a few days while they got used to altitude and wandered around doing the same things we had been, familiarity was nice. They came from Buenos Aires and wanted to do Salar De Uyuni, the salt flats, we booked a bus and left for Uyuni after the best week or 10 days so far.
Daily budget $20
Buses $10


South America 4 La Paz


La Paz, Bolivia Days 14-18 April 8-12 2013

We arrived in our second country of the trip Bolivia, early on a crisp bright morning at around 7am. The bus stop was very grand and different from the oversized bus stops in Peru and looked like something from 1920s France or switzerland. This type of look would be a recurring theme in La Paz, outdated, slightly grand buildings at its best and run down dilapidated concrete at it{s worse, all with a tinge of smog and poor maintenance. The journey had been overnight and long and I{d not got much sleep but we had gone past lake Titicaca which was welcome at 5 in the morning as the sun came up. We{d got taking to an older, cockney guy in the queue for immigration to Bolivia, he ran a shaolin monk MMA school back home and had a slightly unhinged nature to him. He told a good story though, mostly about other people messing him around or orgies at ancient Mexican ruins, and was friendly enough so he tagged along with us to our hostel, The Aventure Brew.

The bowl of La Paz

La Paz sits at 4000m above sea level and is the highest capital in the world. It sits in a huge bowl that means the views are amazing as flavellas and parks run all up the sides, it also means it is hell to walk around. The painfully old cars and buses were charming to look at (think Cuba) but spewed thick, black smoke as they struggled up hill with entirely too many people in them. Our hostel was up a steep incline, again, and every time we walked back to it was nackering, with huge dodge buses blasting smog and smoke out alongside, our unhinged friend naturally went for a jog around the city. The hostel was nice enough with good views at the bar 6 stories (!) up, we watched the man city man U game and slept until that evening. We were using La Paz as a base to do other things around Bolivia, the salt flats, Jungle, Sucre, and our volunteering in Coroico, the fact all these things were within a $7 bus journey was one of the many pluses of Bolivia. Peru is essentially one big desert with a bit of rainforest at the northeast and not a lot else geographically speaking. Bolivia is a mountain country with the most biodiverse nature reserve on earth, and the largest saltflats by a huge margin anywhere in the world, the Bolivianos is also 10 to the pound, we had found home for the forseeable future. Bolivia is also the first independent country in South America and is most proud, or even tolerable, of its indigenous communities, quechua, Inca hundreds of tribes. This was immediately evident at the border where everyone changed from modern western style clothes to brightly coloured traditional dresses and scarves complete with ridiculous bowler hats.

Top right Llama fetus

Top right Llama fetus

One of the main attractions in La Paz is the witches market a sort of traditional indigenous market for tourists, so we ate our free pancake breakfast and set off. It wasnt far and was full of the usual tourist tat, these alpacas fleeces everyone was wearing, little nik naks, “fossils” which were clearly carved rocks, and something not so usual, in dead Llama fetus. Id read about these and assumed they{d be crushed into a powder as a weird medicine, they were not, they were in fact fully, and not so fully, formed baby Llamas hung there smelling of formaldehyde. It was worth seeing I guess. The next few nights and days we took advantage of our free nightly homebrewed beer at the hostel and generally went out and got drunk, we met some Argentinian guys killing time until their flight at 7am. So we drank and beat them at table football until their flight. We met 2 english girls and a guy in our room, Charlotte, mike and Hannah as well as a plumber from Chichester, who was travelling with 6 surfboards surfing South America. We hung out with them around La Paz drinking and generally being merry for the next 3 days. Hangovers are brutal in La Paz due to the altitude, you breathe harder for less oxygen and dehydrate quicker, or so a drunk person told me, so we spent a good deal of our days sharing this pain with other travellers. Next we were off to more productive and rewarding Sucre, to meet up with Jimmy and his girlfriend Mariah a week later.
Daily budget $15
Buses $10

Che statue in La Paz

South America 3 Cusco

Viva Le Peru

Viva Le Peru

Day 10-14 Cusco
We arrived in Cusco at around 8 am after a 20 hour bus journey. The bus was the relatively luxurious cruz del sur inside, but outside was the most rugged, imposing terrain yet. It was the Andes, and it involved hairpin turn after hairpin turn to ascend the 3500m to Cusco, sleep was hard to come by. Saying that, the views once the sun had come up were amazing. It looked a bit like the highlands of Scotland except the mountains go on for a lot longer and more Llamas. Cusco is of course where Machu Pichu is, the ancient capital of an Incan prince who seemingly, liked to impress. We got a cab to our hostel, hostel Loki pretty grotty rooms but a nice old colonial buildings, with the misleading Breakfast included. Rolls, jam (if you´re lucky) and coffee was breakfast, and we left the hostel looking for Sacsayhuaman (pronounced sexy woman) a ruin on top of the hill overlooking Cusco.

Altitude is a strange affliction and affects people a lot of different ways, we´d heard horror stories about fainting downstairs and Nuclear hangovers, but thought we´d tough it out. Tough it out we didn´t, walking up is incredibly hard and as Sacsayhuaman was right at the top of the hill overlooking the town, we got a bout 300m up the considerable staircase that lead to our hostel and gave up, saying we´d do it another day. We went back to the hostel after walking for about 15-20 mins and collapsed in a deep breathing, heart pounding heap and caught up on sleep lost to the mountains.

The next 2 or 3 days we walked around Cusco during the day, a really lovely city with big cathedrals and uniformly beiche (nicer than it sounds), quant looking buildings, and looked around the Inca museum. The museum was amazing with arterfacts going back to 4000 BC and had exhibits on the importance of Llamas, potatoes,peruvians are very proud of there potatoes 3000 varities apparently! colonialism and gold, as well as Coca leaf. The incas were really very inventive, well organised people with Irrigation and an ordered society, they however didn´t have much time for war and weaponry and this ended up with one of the more striking images of a spanish conquistador holding the Kings head. Cusco alwasys remained and was the largest City in this region, Peru, Bolivia, and northern Chile until the late 17th century, it also has a KFC, which was tough to avoid but we did. The walk up to our hostel never got easy and everytime we needed an hour to recover from it, I´d had a dodgy tummy for 2 or 3 days now and this continued thorughout Cusco. At night we stayed in the hostel , A LOT of Isrealis stayed there probably %70, the guys are arrogant and superficial and the girls are only interested in those type of men unfortunately. We got on with it and met some aussie, swedish, German and English people and drank with them for most of the 3 days leading up to Machu Pichu. An english guy had quit his job the previous afternoon and come up to meet up with his mates that were already out here, he was excited to be there and got heavily drunk and got in a fight with some Israeli guys, other than that everything was good fun and good natured.

The hangovers are brutal and the last night was a pirate themed event with lots of free rum, Jonny had machu Pichu the next morning at 4 am, I felt sick to begin with but went the free Rum fuelled me towards being really sick for 3 or 4 hours overnight and Jonny got 2 hours sleep before heading to Machu Pichu, I didn´t envy him at the time. My job that day was to transfer both big bags and my stuff to the Millhouse, down the hill, cheaper, with nicer rooms and a bit more laid back. This was easy and I got to the millhouse and checked in around 130 with a whole day to kill. I went to the Market and bought a bag of Coca leaves to try, as well as attempting to walk up to Sacsayhuaman. The coca leaves you chew and stick in the side of your mouth for hours like chewing tobacco, A lot of the indigenous people you see have there teeth worn down by this and while it did give you a nice kick, coffee like, the taste was nothing to write home about (although I am now, confusing) but helped with the hangover and motivation to climb the hill.

I set off and got about an hour and a half in before giving up as I was essentially in a shanty town and there back gardens, still got some really good views and went back to the hostel for soup, my daily meal, along with the amazing free “breakfast.” We´d booked our ticket to La Paz for that evening at 10 so I made conversation with an Aussie couple and some Americans in the baar until Johnny came back around 7ish. He looked sunburnt and excited, the pictures he had were amazing and he said it wa really worth the $150 or so it cost to go up there, I did envy him now but knew that money would have to be better spent in Boliva where we´d heard everything was much cheaper. We sat chatting to the people I was sat with and left around 10 for La Paz.
Daily Budget
buses $35

South America 2013 2 Paracas, Huachachina and onto Cusco

The road to Paracas

Ica-Paracas Day 5-9
I had done some research on Paracas and knew it was a nature reserve, I hadnt realised it was in the middle of a huge desert. This meant the landscapes were amazing on the coach down to Paracas (about 4-5 Hours) full of massive dunes and unbelievably shanty town like buildings dotted along the coast, nearer the coast were where Lima tourists go to get to the beach. The coach was amazing, like a plane with reclining chairs and AC, the driver however was a different story and as the road wasnt that busy and only 2 lanes he was constantly trying to overtake despite oncoming lorries etc, as we were at the front of the bus it was a bit unsettling. We got to Ica in one piece however, we hadnt really wanted to stay in Ica but unfortunately as it was the end of easter week all the hostels in Paracas, another beach resort, meant we had to stay in Ica, a grimy, notoriously dangerous city. Jonny was also sick so we just got to our hostel with massive gates and security watched Tv and waited it out until we got to Paracas the next day. Paracas is beautiful and our hostel is basic and pretty good value. The sea is freezing and the beach a bit grotty but the views are amazing, miles of desert and dunes and clear blue water, big old pelicans also.

First night in Paracas sunset on the beach

First night in Paracas sunset on the beach

We booked our ticket on board the ballestas islnd tour, the main attraction along with the desert reserve for 8am on our 6th morning and is the first real planned tourist thing we have done. The tour is good value at 40 soles, 4 soles to a pound, and really is fantastic. We see a huge ancient monolith on a hillside and then onto islands that are protected and are in habited by thousands of sea lions and hundreds of penguins, both of which are in mating season so are really entertaining, big male sea lions fithing and honking at each other.

Disregard the physical disfigurement of the animal in the bottom right.....he was born that way

Disregard the physical disfigurement of the animal in the bottom right…..he was born that way


A cold current from the bottom of the ocean means the water is freeezing despite the air temp being 30 and up, the penguins look uncomfortable. However money is really getting tight at this point and as we are only a week in, is pretty disheartening and causes a bit of friction between me and Jonny. We have budgeted really hard but South america, and peru it seems specifically is much more expensive than we had thought, say compared to thailand. I have spent about $250 in a week and that amount really isn{t sustainable for me to be able to get anywhere near the 3 month total. I decide that drinking has used up %30 of funds so far and opt to not drink more than a beer a night until we get to cusco (tough in a desrt beach), I am fine with this but it does kind of end up dragging Jonny down to whatever I can afford. I am a bit guilty but he had said before we came out here that he would lend me money, this hasn{t really materialised other than paying for the hostel in Lima and a few other bits and pieces, but I hate begging for money and so swallow my pride and try and keep things as interesting as possible as cheaply as possible. We start cooking in the kitchen of the hostel which is fun, and an italian guy kills 5 crabs he bought down near the beach for 5 soles, I dont like seafood but it looks amazing. We lounge around in the sun for the next few days and try and trek to the paracas national park, about 3 km through the desert away. We get there but realise it is simply endless dunes so walk back along the beach which has really swish new houses and hotels and is like any great beach in the carribean or thailand, except for the thousands of dead Jellyfish.
Daily budget $15
Buses $60

Day 9-10 Paracas, Huachachina and onto Cusco
The bus from Paracas to cusco is a total of 23 hours and costs 185 soles, more than we had hoped around $60 but again was incredibly comfortable with touch screen displays and wifi. We have a layover in ica again and do what we should have done before which is go to huacachina, a desert oasis surrounded by bars with huge walls of sand dunes around. We regretably cannot stay here as we have booked our ticket to Cusco but have 6 hours to kill so wander around with a lawyer from London we{d met called Mike. Jonny and him went sandboarding, essentially throwing yourself down a massive sand dune on a surfboard as well as dune buggying, I sit out as I dont have the cash and happily wander around and have a look around a tiny library trying to learn Spanish. We run into a girl and a guy from Liverppol we{d drank with in Lima, a recurring theme as we have run into quite a few people along the same trail, nice to get advise if theyve been ahead etc. We talk with them for an hour or so and head back to ica to get our 20 hours bus to Cusco, relatively unsunbruned considering the hear.
Daily budget $20
Buses $80

Souh America 2013 1 Lima/intro

South America diary
I’m writing this diary as a way to remember my time out here as well as a nice way to reflect while actually on the trip too, it also means I need to fill it it’s something other than drinking and watching sunsets(which is great too.) The planned length of the trip is 3 months starting in Lima, Peru and ending in rio de jainero, Brazil. During which we’ll travel through big cities, desolate desert, humid jungle and the second highest mountain range in the world. Saying that the majority will be in transition on buses and from hostel to slightly grottier hostel, both of which are worth suffering (relative term) through to get to the places worth visiting. A lot of these places as yet we don’t have planned to a tee, but hope to stumble on during the way, there’s a vague idea of doing the “gringo trail.” Gringo is the south American name for a foreigner and the fact they have a name for that, means I’m definitely not the first to want to wander around a strangle, exotic place looking for cheap (always) thrills. Anyway enough of guessing what may happen and start describing what did.

Day 1-5 Lima, Peru
We landed at 6am after a 12 hour flight from Madrid. Slept on and off for most of it and seemed quicker than flights I’d been on before. Was hoping to see some of the amazon but from above but it was pitch black. Anyway landed at the airport, in the passport queue met a journalist going to puerto moldanaldo in the Peruvian amazon. He basically goes round the world (Madagascar, Cambodia) giving Ecocamps publicity, he has one of the best jobs in the world, I’m jealous and kind of hope he gets malaria. In the baggage claim, run into an older English lady who had helped us with the transfer from London to Madrid. We get chatting while waiting jet lagged, and she offers us a cab she’s booked to miraflores, the main tourist area and where our hostel is. Her husband is a teacher in a school here and she’s really helpful with advice etc. Lima near the airport ain’t pretty, pastel colored half finished houses with rebar coming out the walls, and what can only be described as a 20 lane free for all, honking, Spanish shouting and general chaos follow until we get onto a motorway that runs along the coast. The road runs continuously from Alaska to chile and has some pretty amazing views, lima is basically built on a worrying looking cliff by the pacific. It (Lima) is also massive 9 million people and reminds me of America, roadside cheesy ads, American brands and cars, and generally looking really new or pretty rundown. We get to the hostel pariwana at like 8 and shower, we’ve got a few hours to kill before we checkin at 1 so leave the bags and wander out into city centre Lima.

Outside our hostel window in Lima, Miraflores

Outside our hostel window in Lima, Miraflores

A huge mcdonalds across the road as well as KFC and burger king, mean we’re not too much out of our comfort zone and that lima is really modern. We walk to the sea where there’s a 5 star Marriott and a posh looking mall. The view is amazing other than these buildings, we decide to go to Barranco where the bars and uni is and get horrifically lost and end up walking next to a dusty motorway for an hour. After 5 hours of nice suburbs and run down garages etc we got to barranco which was nice as you could see the sea, and a long strip of bars, but wasn’t really worth the huge journey. Still we got to get an idea of the city. We returned to the hostel and rested before heading to the bar, as well as wandering around lima’s equivalent of covent garden which was mentally busy.

Lima Good Friday

After getting horrifically lost getting to Barranco, we decided to stay closer to home for the next few days in Miraflores and the hostel. We went to the central square one day, Plaza de Armas, and had a look round at all the colonial buildings and large town square. It was also good Friday so the streets were PACKED and we hardly saw another Gringo, which was quite nice as miraflores and the rest of Lima was quite western. Wandered down to the seafront every evening to check out the sunset and then just stayed in the hostel drinking with Events managers (these guys essentially get paid to make sure people staying have a good time and buy plentry of drinks for free room and board, we have a good time.) As well as other travellers, which was good but taxing. We went out to a club called Help the last night in Lima which a german girl who had studied in Lima took us too, it was probably 1,000 people all mostly peruvians and was awesome. However after 3 days Jonny was looking worst for wear and we were leaving for Paracas national park the next day, a 5 hour coach trip away.
Daily budget $40 or over
Buses $20

Lima Flavellas