Korianka Trujillo

... price from 25 Soles to 30 Soles but we recovered back to 20!). We were taken to the museum which would show artifacts discovered in the area of Chan Chan (not taken by grave robbers) but when we pulled up we found in true South American style that the museum wasn´t open on Mondays! We hopped back in our taxi and headed to the Dragons Temple (or Rainbow temple). This place was similar to Chan Chan, and was a square like building with one entrance. The walls ...

... that night if we were interested. <br><br>After sterling work, Chief and me finally found a Western Union and made our transaction before heading back to our coastal town. At midnight we headed to the local nightclub which we remained in for the next four hours. For the first 2 hours we were pretty much the only ones there and we were about to leave when Richie arrived. Richie asked if we wanted anymore drinks, Chief asked if they did Tom ...

... ruins at Chan Chan. These were all amazing; most of it is between 2000 to 1000 years old and the decorations are the most impressive of any South American ruins we've seen. Most of this stuff deserves to be as famous as the Inca ruins but I suppose its all about location and empire.<br>

1987 was a great year to be a collector of pre-Columbian artifacts. Suddenly, the black market was flooded with gold, silver, and ceramics. Beautifully worked necklaces, standards, and headpieces were available, and it wasn't long before US Customs in Miami started recovering crates of ancient treasure previously bound for wealthy American collectors. Peruvian archaeologist Dr. Walter Alva realized these artifacts were coming from somewhere near Chiclayo and with careful questioning ...

... a dictat of the maximum speed at which to drive in Peru - whatever next, lanes on roads or something!!), it normally only affects buses and trains. Not this time though. <br><br>Hay nada. Apparently, any taxis that attempted to break the picket had their windshields stoned. I am not kidding. This is serious **** in Peru. They take their rights to drive at breakneck speeds, viing with all manner of other road users, very ...

... with us for more money, to which we point blank refused, before speeding off into the morning.<br><br>Thus began a mental journey. Around two minutes into the normal route south, the driver, muttering anxiously, swung off the main road onto a pot-holed and windy dirt track which wound around all over the place for five minutes or so until we hit the main road once more. We had avoided the first picket line. Bombing down the road for five more minutes or so, we saw trouble in the ...

... of $50 *nd we were off *g*in.<br><br>Arrived into Lim*, city of 9 million. App*rently quite * d*ngerous city we m*de it into our hotel with *ll our stuff unsc*thed *nd regrouped before going *round the corner for some chicken *nd chips (its *ll they sold, it w*s *fter*ll * chicken *nd chip shop) *nd * beer. It w*s * bit fr*ctiuous however *s our neighbours *t the next t*ble were given humongous beers while we h*d the wee 650ml bottles. He*ded b*ck to the nice hotel ...

... Ecuador. As the evening progressed, Tom and Vanessa started to flirt with each other more and more while Wendy and I just carried on talking. After a few more drinks, Tom was soon having conversations with Vanessa&#8217;s breasts, but she didn&#8217;t seem to mind. Wendy and I thought we would call it a night while we left Tom and Vanessa behind in the lounge.<br><br>The next day was my final day in Trujillo and so was Wendy&#8217 ...

... that she had meant &#8216;washed&#8217; in Spanish and that they would only accept good quality notes. So I gave another note instead. Wendy later told me that we would still try the bank the following day to break the note up. None of us felt like going out that evening and so we all had an early night. <br><br>At the breakfast table the following morning, Wendy and I were greeted by an overexcited Vanessa and her mother, Rosa. The hostel had a ...

... me up but even they couldn&#8217;t please the ticket lady. Seeing that I was holding everyone up, I gave in and gave her another note instead. <br><br>When I got to my seat in the club, I was upset and wondered if my note was indeed fake, trying to remember when and where I had received it. I then remembered that I had received it from the Huaraz bus station just a couple of days before when I paid for my ticket to Trujillo and had yet to break the note ...