El Amigo Paracas

... back to the central square in Miraflores, and when I finally wanted to take out my wallet to buy some cigarettes, my wallet was gone!! I was convinced I had brought it with me, but reassured myself that I’d left it in my room. But back in the room, I ransacked all my belongings – to no avail. I was convinced that I had not lost it on the street, as I hadn’t had it out and nobody could have stolen it from my small backpack. So the only solution remaining would ...

... as the Galapagos islands, but we could still see a lot of animals. It was a true bird paradise, thousands of birds visited the many rocks on the islands. Beside that we could also see many pinguins and seelions. We also saw a few dolphins but these were way too fast to take a picture of. As the see was rough the weak stomachs (not Astrid :-) ) had difficulties with see-illness. Luckily it stayed with a white face and nauseousness and the fish ...

... a similar experience, but all in a very short tour with fewer animals. I got to see a live Humboldt penguin and many gulls and sea lions and other birds. It was also interesting to listen to both lanugages for the bilingual tour. And I admit that the guide was real good because he was pretty much exact in both languages. The downside to the tour was that everyone ...

... because instead I relied on this tour guide seller that gave me a ride back to the city center. He offered me a package deal which wasn´t a horrible price, but probably not what I should´ve paid. And he gave me a ride and helped me a lot to find a good hotel, so I kinda felt obligated. At first we tried for hostales but most were offering 40 soles for one person and that was still more than the one that tried to get me at the bus stop ...

... of fresh air. The smell of salt wafted through my nostrils, accompanied by the sweet smell of seafood being fried and cerviche being marinated. We were starving by this point as our missed breakfast had turned into lunch so we immediately set out on a mission to replenish our energy. <br><br>Shacks with plastic tables lined the little alleys off the seafront offering everything from Scallops to Kingfish, raw, boiled, grilled, fried and barbecued. Fiery looking ...

... a candleria, and something else...!= and then we whizzed off to the islands, the bit we had been looking forward to... the wildlife - al is a bit obsessed with wildlife and he hasnt seen much this time yet... so he was like a big excited kid! as we turned a bit, we got sprayed... whichwas funny when the old lady opposite me then decided to cover every part of her incase she got sprayed again (I got a sneeky picture of her with just her glasses ...

... of cards earlier, to have dinner at, as the food looked really good!<br><br>Having bumped into Nicola and Lauren again, we went for dinner... somehow we got pulled into the restaurant next door to the one we had decidd on, but it was full so we thought it would be okay...!- It all went wrong from her on...<br><br>Al ordered kingfish in lemon sauce (!)... exactly whatI didnt want, and I ordered an avocado salad... but instead of the ...

... acrid-smelling factories. It was<br>here that we would find the quaint, welcoming home of our friend,<br>Silvio.<br><br>[Mollie's notes: Smelled<br>like ocean here... fish salt and sand...]<br><br> We were quickly introduced,<br>with the tides moving in behind us, and then to his gem of a mother,<br>Olga, who shared more in common with Mollie than anyone else I know. <br>She idled through her days watching teledramas, beading bracelets on<br>her patio and watching ...

... you can buy in a hardware store in a machine that was totally home made (looks a bit like a geyser with some more pipes and tanks) and produce clean diesel that is used in the PSF truck and any other diesel cars. Its such a simple idea and soon they will be selling it to raise money for the organisation.<br><br> But the greatest thing about it all was the people. To have roughly 60 people from different countries working together in different ...

... a comida típica daquela regiao no único restaurante do povoado. Na entrada do restaurante fomos surpreendidos com uma série de adesivos que diziam &#8220;NO A LA DISCRIMINACIÓN&#8221; nos sinalizando a problemática do preconceito e discriminação à população negra daquela região . Comemos o prato do dia: &#8220;sopa seca y carapulcra&#8221; (veja a foto) : macarrao ao molho de ervas (que parecia um pesto), acompanhado de um refogado de carne, legumes e amendoim ...