Hostal Cesar'S Trujillo

... the Plaza de Armas. I remembered a really nice hole in the wall corner café and we headed up there for breakfast. It was just as good as it was before. <br> We left for the &#8220;tour agency street&#8221; just off the main plaza and prepared ourselves for a price battle to get a tour for Andy. I remembered Jen and I eventually, after about an hour of walking around, talked an agency down to 20 soles per person for a full day tour. We settled that we would not get a ...

... and restaurants. I loved the entire surroundings. The aroma of chicken being roasted in about every other corner made its way to our noses and right there we decided what our lunch is going to be. As an teaser, we couldn´t resist the churros though (1 sol each! that´s 30 cents!). It was yummmmy! Churros in our hand, we kept walking, stopped by a Nuestra Basilica on our way and made it to Plaza San Martin, where Pizarro´s statue proudly stands, facing what ...

... two.....we went out for a walk to find somewhere to eat, couldn't decide and decided we would head out later to a different part of town...our first meal here was a Papa Johns!!! ha it was so funny! We went to sleep at 6 with the intention of going out again later but slept right through!!!<br><br>This morning we met Frances, the owner of the hostel and a very funny and infomartive source of information and entertainment. The key phrase was "you ...

... to escape the foggy, grey tones of Lima and head northwards, bound for the beach and the lure of the sun. After watching Geva wolf one last Chinese and swapping a few memorable film quotes with him, we left him to prepare himself for his 'inspection'/interrogation in San Fran international airport, boarded our bus and took on. I look forward to seeing him either in Cork or in Haifa at some point in the future, but for now its goodbye and good luck.

... about it, awesome. It was an hour climb down as we approached the Inca empire, surrounded by llamas. Exploring the city set in such incredbile scenery gave us a glimpse of how intelligent (and strong - carrying all those huge, huge stones!) the Incas were. After a celebratory pizza &amp; drinks, we made our way back to Cusco on the train - the only way other than walking to reach Machu Picchu. Next morning an early ...

... with them if I couldn't get a ticket to Trujillo. Alas, I did (the bus ended up being only a third full) and I was on the Panamerican highway northbound to Trujillo. Left Lima at 9:30 pm, got to Trujillo at 6 am, was able to check into my hostel immediately (!) and took a long hot shower before taking a morning nap to get ready for some city sightseeing. Started by walking four ...

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... the visitors, but Huaca de la Luna was open to have a look around with an English-speaking guide. Archaeological work is still being done as more of the original site is being uncovered. We could see the murals and everything being preserved as to how it must have been at the time of the Moches. I was quietly bored as I followed the guide and the rest of the group around. The site didn&#8217;t grab my attention much until we were ...

... have the problem of shop owners turning away my notes because they didn&#8217;t have enough change for me. Of course, the main reason I was doing this was because the &#8216;lavada&#8217; 50 soles note was mixed with the others and hopefully they wouldn&#8217;t notice my dodgy-looking note and give my twenty 10 soles notes in exchange. I was nervous as they took my money, counted and then in return counted my twenty 10 soles notes and handed them ...

... girlfriend. Vanessa&#8217;s ex still contacts her and wanted her to be at the wedding. By the sound of it, my 50 soles was worth more than that idiot for a boyfriend. But losing a bit of money was absolutely nothing compared to having one&#8217;s heartbroken. Vanessa wanted to be at the club to try forget, drink her sorrows and have a good time. I didn&#8217;t want to ruin the night for anyone, so I told myself and to them that the forged note was ...