Hostal Rocha Ica

I´m back on the road after a welcome respite in Lima, feeling recharged and ready to tackle more small dusty desert towns. On May 30 I took a bus down to Pisco, known for its strong brandy used in Pisco Sours. The cab drivers here were some of the pushiest I´ve met, trying very hard to persuade me and some other travelers to stay at a different town, where they almost surely would get a commission from some hotel. But I stuck to my gut instincts, sticking to my initial hostel choice in Pisco,...

We zijn aangekomen in Huacachina, een oase stadje dat tegen de grotere stad Ica ligt. Aangezien dat het al laat was en we op voorhand geen hostel geboekt hadden, zijn we voortgegaan op onze Rough Guide. Zo zijn we beland in hostal Rocha. Op het eerste zicht zag het er ok uit. Totdat we van dichterbij keken, de douchekop was waarschijnlijk 30 jaar oud, mensen konden van beneden op ons terras en zo op ons kamer, er lag allemaal vuiligheid op de lamp... Helaas hadden we ons verblijf al betaald d...

Our bus to Ica worked out fine. Slept some more...I´m getting good at sleeping on buses! We were met in Ica when our bus arrived and we all piled into a taxi (all 4 of us had to squeeze into the back seat). We were told the road was being worked on and that we couldn´t drive to Huacachina in the taxi but had to take the Dune Buggie. So, we moved our luggage and buckled ourselves in. The buggie made a lot of noise as we pulled away. We drove on a road for a bit and then were all of a sudden in...

We arrived at Huacachina with no reservations, as Robbie had insisted that "we'll be fine!". Unfortunately, El Huacachinero, with swimming pool and pretty rooms, was booked out until the end of the week. Our cab driver was nice enough to drive us around seeking other hostels, but alas. All were full. Our second choice, Hostal Salvatierra, also with a pool, was full for the week. We finally ended up at Hostal Rocha, a family-run property. It was dank & dark, and the kitchen was visibly scruffy...

A eso de las 6am llegamos a la estación de Bus de Nazca en el bus ORMEÑO, el pasaje desde Arequipa nos había costado $70, viaje muy bien, solo en la primer fila superior del bus, pero no vi una miércoles porque dormí todo el viaje. Cuando llegamos me volví a encontrar a Lineka y a Melanie, al intentar salir de la estación muchos vendedores nos ofrecían taxis y los paseos en avion para ver las lineas, de curioso le pregunte cuanto costaba y me lo ofrecían a U$D35, por lo que pensé que en el ae...