El Gran Marquez Trujillo

... the area and the following day we decided to visit some of the sites. We decided to do this by ourselves and take one of the many combi vans in the city out to our first stop Chan Chan. We stood on the side of the road watching all these combi´s go pass with a local hanging out the side screaming the location the combi was heading too (which we could not comprehend in the slightest). We finally managed to get a ...

... El Brujo site. But as we got about three miles away from the site, the road became so muddy and treacherous that we decided to head back into the nearest town. We found a great little restaurant there and Annette decided to take a taxi through the mud to the site. The El Brujo site contains relics and ceramics that portray one of the Moche rulers - a woman called the Señora de ...

After several weeks in Peru it dawned on us that we still hadn't tried any ceviche, the national dish. Luckily Huanchaco near Trujillo is famous for it and we had some excellent raw fish by the sea and some beach time too. Near the city we also went to visit the Huacas del Sol y Luna, and ...

... me glad that though I've been through Lima three times, I've never stayed there for more than a few hours.

But back to the story...the Museo Tumbas Reales de Sipan is four times the size of the Museo de Sitio and packed with cool stuff. I stumbled through more Spanish explanations (it's exhausting reading all that information in a foreign language) and appreciated the artifacts: gold, and lots of it. Now we're talking. I had been disappointed in Cuzco at the lack of Inca gold on ...

... a wicked water fountain display in the local park. Very impressive, particularly the ´tunnel of water´. Awesome. Some good pix there if you want to have a look.

Huachachina was by and large the same (the first night was the drunkest I´ve been for a looonggg time) and I did get the sunset shot that I missed last time around.

However, Chile was beckoning and it was time to move on.

¡Adios!

L

... tickets for an 8.30pm bus, but that at present there was no guarantee that the strike would be over by then. Settling on this option, we checked in our luggage and began a lengthy wander to the centre of Trujillo (the terminal is on the outskirts). Getting lost several times, and walking through some rather dodgy and run-down areas, we soon came across a huge crowd of taxi drivers at a roundabout, as well as hoardes of buses, taxis and other vehicles, all daubed with anti-government ...

... out of my hideyhole *nd through the tr*pdoor b*ck into the m*in body of the truck. Obviously i h*d to reverse so th*t if i w*s c*ught it would look like i w*s just coming in, i c*nnot in *ll conscience t*ke the credit for th*t cleverness though. Anyw*y they come on to the bus for * nosey *nd * deb*te ensued re the leg*l implic*tions of us not h*ving se*tbelts in the b*ck, * lot of pretending not to spe*k sp*nish by the more fluent of spe*kers, * wee b*ckh ...

... fishing boats around. These are made out of reeds and you can hire them if you feel like taking one out for a paddle. They do cheat though. Inside they have polystyrene and inflated bottles to help with the buoyancy. There was also a jetty, but you were required to pay 50c entry fee. Lots of people walking up and down as they do and fishermen. Relaxed with a beer at one of the bars overlooking the beach before heading back to Trujillo.

... proudly shows me his collection of military helmets, as well as a modest collection of equine memorabilia. We return to town and enjoy lunch at a local dive called Sal y Pimienta. I try the cabrito (goat), which sure is different from what they serve at Peruvian restaurants in Miami . In the afternoon I stroll around the town searching out memories of two score ...

... se jette finalement à l'eau et me pose LES questions: "comment tu t'appelles, d'où tu viens?" S''ensuit alors une agréable conversation, rendue assez pénible par la musique assourdissante, et les gamines curieuses me submergent de questions sur ma vie et mon pays, m'offrent des mandarines et leur adresse e-mail. Elles ne sont jamais allées plus loin que Trujillo et je suppose que ce qu'elles connaissent du reste du monde leur parvient via internet ou la télé...
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