Trip Start Oct 01, 2009
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"Chevere" - this means cool if I have not already spoken of it,
This place is “chevere”, along with “bacano”, “fitie” and “mostro”. They all mean cool.
On the trip to here was the one that I will never forget. The Shaman in Huancabamba told us not to take the next night bus, and me being ever the sceptic decided to take his advice!!! Shows my averse attitude toward superstition. In any case the next day taking the bus was fine but then Tamara (someone I met on the Shaman experience) and I opted for a coche or car that is similar to the Por Puesto I took in Venezuela, from Chiclyo to Trujillo in order to arrive at Huanchaco. This guy was falling asleep at the wheel, his lights were turning from off to on to full beam back to off again, this really annoyed the vehicles in the opposite direction and they full beamed us!!! My door was not the most secure and the worst thing was that there were an infinite number of buses passing us, although we believed this to be much faster. I feel I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel but it is not my turn just yet!
So relaxing in Huanchaco, buying goods and surfing, eating fish and sleeping.........in addition washing in a nice HOT shower..................!!!
I think I am going to take up surfing and be a beach bum, I really enjoyed it although the waves here were not exactly tsunami style!
The last day we went to Chan Chan and Huaca de la luna y Sol (this is impressive). Made of Adobe bricks in the Moche period could withstand earthquakes and was way before the invention of TV. Still covered in the original paint was overwhelming to see, also the rocks on which the gladiator (loser) was sacrificed.
When I bought a lot of stuff I thought that there needs to be a place in Trujillo where I can send it back home and for it to arrive in time for Christmas, but to my surprise there was actually one in this little town. It contained two ladies. One was the post woman working in really bad conditions (it would never be allowed in EU), the other was a hang about nymphomaniac with a husky voice. It is amazing that I had probably one of the funniest times so far in a tiny post office that should not be there........this again would not happen back home!
Leaving Huanchaco for the first time I was the one who was late for the bus but we had a super taxi man by the name of Don huanchaco (this being fictitious) shot through all the traffic scaring the girls (We picked up a Dutch by the name of Suzanne) and knowing that his car is a lot more robust than a Papa Joes pizza bike.