As I left it last time, we’d just bumped into our friend Nonna at the Arequipa bus station. As luck would have it, not only was she headed to Puno like we were, but was even booked in to the same hostel, so off we headed together. Our bus to get there was a bit … More Lake Titicaca, or the one with reed Disneyland
Arequipa is a ‘nice city’. Not put like that because it’s not nice, far from it. There are a few places which have picked up the ‘nice city’ tag in my mind: Cuenca in Ecuador, Popayan in Colombia, Merida in Mexico, to name the ones I can think of. They are all colonial cities of … More Arequipa, or the one where Jesus makes a speech
Our night bus from Cusco finally arrived back in the desert, in busy Ica where we hopped into a taxi to take us the short ride out of town to the oasis of Huacachina. It’s always fun to get a taxi that the guy has to start with a screwdriver, and we didn’t even get … More Huacachina and Nazca, or the one where we don’t do much in the desert
So my last post was a speed tour through the first three days of the Inca trail, but even then we still had 5km of trail to put our broken bodies through before we got to our final destination of Machu Picchu. By this point we were completely exhausted from all the steep uphill sections … More Machu Picchu and the Sacred Valley, or the one where clouds nearly ruined our day
Even after a couple of days rest in Lima, nothing was going to get me back on another night bus for a little while. With flights not too expensive and about 20x faster than the bus, we took one of our only internal planes and arrived in Cusco within the space of a couple of … More Cusco and the Inca trail, or the one where we have visitors from home!
The journey from Ecuador to Peru was a bit of an arduous one, but we were definitely feeling ready for a change of country. From Cuenca we took a day bus to Loja, where we spent the night in what seemed like hospital beds in the interestingly named ‘Residences Londres’ (no similarity to London noticed … More Lima, or the one where I am too tired from bus journeys to do much more than a photoblog