Hosteria San Roque Chiclayo

... take money out from your bank, in your bank with all the relevant ID unless it is with a credit card...from any back in the world but not HSBC. Again we are baffled.<br><br>On our second day in Chiclayo we all decide to head to the beach. A short taxi ride and we find a long stretch of sand, mixed with rubble, and a fairly rough looking sea. We swop the idea of surfing for a bar and settle down with a few beers and a game of cards (which i won ...

... managed to go to one of the sites I'd had earmarked from the beginning. This was a museum devoted to the Royal Tombs of the Lord of Sipan. It's an excellent and impressive museum (though I had to guess at some of the archaeological terms in Spanish) showcasing one of the largest and most important finds of the Moche (or Mochico) pre-Inca people. Numerous tombs were found in various levels of this temple, including that of the semi-god leader &#8211; the Lord of Sipan ...

... the rows of fruit stands, fish stands, shoe stands, and every other vendor stand you can think of. After a bit of asking around, we found it. It was unmistakable. There were snake skins, antlers, animal skulls and all sorts of oddities-you&#8217;d think you were in a market in S. China! However, this one also had voodoo dolls. They came in two different colors; solid black or quilt-like patchwork. There were little voodoo men dolls and voodoo women. The black dolls ...

... Santa Rosa. Well, not entirely mythical as the remnants are still there. I almost felt like I was at home with the kestrels, swallows and killdeer flying about and doing their thing.<br><br>The following day, Pierre-Paul visited Chapurri to bird. This protected area has been quite successful in re-establishing threatened populations of birds and filtering money back into the community, fascilitating the development of a nurse's station.

... last two before we drew the line.<br><br>Sipan is interesting because of its recent history, which could be taken straight out of an Indiana Jones movie script. Huaqueros (grave robbers) uncovered previously unknown tombs from the Moche culture in 1987, and a local archaeologist began to hear priceless artifacts being whispered about and items being traded on the black market. He knew they had hit ...

Vers 11h, nous quittons Huanchaco pour prendre un café a Trujillo en attendant le bus pour Chiclayo qui part vers 14h. On traverse alors un décors quasi apocalyptique pendant près de 4h. Sous un ciel laiteux et un climat lourd, on alterne entre desserts, station services isolées, décharges illicites ou des vautours fouillent les poubelles et petites villes ...

It was really good to be able to enjoy the hostal today. I took the opportunity to laze in a hammock and read my book. Went to the local markets (standing in the back of a ute) to buy some water and fruit for our bus trip this afternoon. We had the chance to catch a tuk tuk back to the hostel. The driver only looked about 16 and he had it all decked out with a stereo, so we were cranking. Then 5 of us headed to the local mud baths. Pretty ...

On Thursday evening at around 6.30, I set off for Chiclayo from Chachapoyas on an overnight bus, which was meant to take 11 hours. An hour and a half later the bus stopped and waited and waited and waited for 14 hours as a mudslide just outside of Pedro Ruiz was cleared. There was nothing do do but sit and try and sleep. We finally arrived at around ...

... papers for the bikes and it´s off to the Peru border. Again the process is simple. We get ourselves into the country then see the authority to get the bikes into Peru. The gentleman that helped us had no routine or methodology and it took him almost an hour to get the paperwork ready for Mikes bike, mine was done in half the time. I didn't mind though he was a good ...

... nobody should be forced to live. The town consisted mostly of an open dump, part of it piled in an expanse of swampy viscous liquid, with a stench to remember. And dogs, vultures and people were scavenging... Beam me up, Scotty. Further south, things got a little less desperate. Piura was an okay town, though the outskirts were an eyesore. We pulled into the Plaza des Armas (this is what the central square is generally called in South America. On ...