Saint Germain Hotel Trujillo

... and they have erected huge tent like structures to prevent any harm from rain. We really enjoyed Chan Chan and it was great walking around seeing the huge squares and ceremonial areas, the designs contained on the walls were just amazing.<br><br>Our ticket to Chan Chan covered the museum and another sight called the Dragon temple. We decided to visit these both and after careful bargaining with a taxi driver (Eugene like a Spanish speaking professional took ...

... them up and no one cared about it until 1986. Anyway the Mud City was well worth a wander round and I 'm sure some photos will go up soon. <br><br>There we bumped into a Swede called Sven who was excited to meet "real backpackers" and his ferret like Peruvian friend - what is you real name Adrian? They tried there best to find a Western Union for us in Trujillo but failed. They did however tell us they would be going to a nightclub called ...

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 ...

... njoj, presmijesno. :D <br>Navecer isli pascal i ja van, nasli se s couchsurferima, peruanac, peruanka i englez. totalno cudni ljudi. peruanka se zove sabina, ali joj se ime ne svida pa govori kako se zove sabrina. presmijesno. isli spavati u 1h jer je bilo predosadno, osim toga, nakon dvije noci provedene u busu nisam mogla vise drzati oci otvorene. <br>drugi dan u trujillu smo visili na jaaako sporom netu pola dana, jeli i sjeli na bus za mancoru, gradicu na plazi :) <br>

... here before so it´s less exciting). So, with backpack in hand I sat on the roadside waiting for a bus to take me into town. <br><br>No buses. No taxis either, in fact, not a single vehicle of any description was on the roads. I found this rather odd because, whilst I know well that Peruvians love a good strike (this one was about the Government trying to set speed limits for God´s sake. Heaven forbid that anybody should be ...

... while we stood around wondering what the hell to do, a taxi appeared in the distance, moving towards us at pace. Who should be inside? Only Andy and Nicki! Grabbing our bags we ran to the taxi, as an anxious and stressed driver hopped out to help us load the boot. Miraculously our two friends had managed to find the only taxi driver in Huanchaco who was willing to betray his colleagues and work during the strike (the offer of extra payment had done it!) Hostel bloke mournfully ...

... 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 ...

... had only visited the local bars listed in his travel guide. Tom, Vanessa, Wendy and I engaged that evening in some "heavy" conversations &#8211; from war in Iraq, to Vanessa struggling to comprehend as to why George W. Bush had not been arrested for war crimes, to Tom describing how he often feels prejudiced by the other travellers for being an American......to border crossings in South America and the best places to hang out ...

... for a while for the bread roll baskets to be refilled. I was a little nervous as I was going to try get rid of my &#8220;fake&#8221; 50 soles note at the supermarket. I still had hope that there was nothing wrong with my note and that they would accept it. At the cashiers, when it was my turn to pay, I handed over the 50 soles note. The cashier hesitated, looked at my note and shook her head. She explained to me that it was 'lavada&#8217;. I ...

... as the one that I had just given her was a fake. I told her that there must be some mistake as there appeared to be nothing wrong with the note. She refused to take it and showed me as to why it wasn&#8217;t legit. The paper of the note was of poor quality and the central strip that is usually embedded in notes, was already coming out. I refused to accept that I had been ripped off and asked the lady to please accept it. Vanessa and her mom tried to ...