Sitting in the bus leaving Arequipa I was thinking that the landscape was positively desolate, when I realised that the moon landscape had changed to sand. Sand dunes. Duh! All this time I'd heard about the sandboarding that the
Someone had told me that the trip from Arequipa to Lima was boring because there was nothing to see. I don't know. I was pretty happy in my comfortable and roomy front row bus seat, way up high. Yeah, there wasn't much to see in the way of plant life. Almost non-existant really.
I'm not sure that my stop in Chala was really worth it, but hey, I've seen it now. When I arrived it was dark and I couldn't see much, however, it was windy. Windy and cold. When I woke up and headed out to the street the first thing that greeted me was 4 drunk men shouting stuff (compliments or insults... not sure how to take them) and calling me gringita. There was a beach that looked clean enough but the first thing every man said to me
(I have been in the jungle/tropics now for a couple of weeks and although here the men also still make hissing sounds, whistle, or shout 'hola' whenever I walk past, maybe even more than on the cost, it's a completely different feel.
In Chala I visited some Inka ruins but they were mostly just ransacked tombs filled with bones and badly maintained. The last thing I did was buy a biscuit for the bus ride. It came with a free fly.
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