Hostal Real San Felipe Arequipa

... squares in other towns. A city washed in white it may be, but to me it´s a whitewash. Time to get out.<br><br>We payed 15 pounds to send 6 postcards and a letter containing our certificates from Macchu Pichu and a couple of photographs, and spent the aternoon catching up on the internet. This was to be a quick stop before our trip the lines and the coast. Taxi for Lambourne ...

... in a split second they all turned into poncho sellers :) <br><br>Us: We already have 10 fingers thanks, how many do you have? <br>(actually at this point I thought, we technically have only 8... but I wasn´t the one talking and I didn´t want to interrupt the flow of this delightful interaction...)<br>G: I´ve got Michael Jackson [and she pulls out a ghost/skeleton puppet :):) &gt; ah the humour and such a speedy response to current events!]<br>G ...

Imagine a time (maybe when you were a kid) when you wanted something so badly and then finally, maybe under the Christmas tree, Santa brought you that toy or that puppy or whatever. Do you remember how excited you were? <br><br>What if that something you were longing for was not just something you wanted but something you desperately needed &#8211; food, shelter, medical care, love, support, etc.? Can you even imagine what it would be like to ...

... the lake. Fantastic. We stayed o-night in Aramani with local families, again a bit rustic but certainly a step above the Peig Sayers brigade of Sullistani, and that evening, in what passes for Armani disco, we all had to dress up in local costumes and go dancing to Peruvian pan pipe music. What a sight we were!!<br>We get back from Lake Tits at about 4 on the Sun afternoon and I just had time for a quick bite before grabbing a night bus to Arequippa ...

Bed and Breakfast<br>O nosso encantamento com o lindo país Peru continua a ganhar ainda mais forca com os dias. Depois de viajarmos 11 horas com o ônibus da companhia Cruz der Sur desde Chincha Alta chegamos as 23h no nosso B&amp;B (para os que não conhecem Bed and Breakfast é um tipo de hospedagem na casa de uma família que oferece uma cama e café da manha). Fomos surpreendidos pelas calorosas boas vindas de Sr. Seelhöfer, um suíço-alemão, sociólogo, casado com a Sra. Lula ...

... me by Verena in Baños. I sure am glad that I went there, it has been one of the more adrenaline filled places I have been on my trip and one of the more fun places I have been in Peru so far. Not only was the place jam packed with Europeans looking for a party, but the sadboarding and sandbuggy trip was a blast.<br><br>The hostel did a BBQ and a 2 hr free drink thing each night, I figured why not start the experince off with a bang and signed myself up ...

... bizarre concoction. Another strange thing about this country is the dogs (the secret rulers of Peru), they are everywhere! It seems that they do have owners, as if they are not on the streets they are barking from the rooftops at every sound, but the owners let them out every day in the way the brits do cats. Occasionally you would even come across a couple of canines ´getting it on´ on a street corner and you would also see many pregnant *****es, so I guess that people find ...

... and found a cozy alleyway, filled with tables and chairs, illuminated by the amber light of the street lamps. We continued walking until one food display caught our eyes. Then we knew, this is where we will have our coffee. The deciding factor? Churros ! So we had coffee and churros, while looking over the menu. We decided to get some salchipapas (salchichas y papas) .. and then more coffee and churros. From the tres leches in Miraflores, to the ...

Alan's blog: Up early for another travel day. We all piled on the mini-bus with Mirsha our local guide and our driver Fernando for the three hour trip to Chivay in the Colca valley. Numerous stops along the way were required - to acquire coca leaves and candies to acclimatize to the altitude, snack (&amp; shopping) breaks, and of course, many photo ops, as we climbed through ...

It was time for me to move on again. As I was packing my backpack, I noticed that I was carrying a heavy load on my back. I was carrying the bare minimum (19kg)....or so I had thought...but i did have a few things I didn't really need. I knew that I would need to already ship a few things back to my sister if i didn&#8217;t want this to weigh heavily on me...literally and figuratively. Eventually I arrived at the bus station....ready for my 9 hour overnight bus ride to ...