The Desert Oasis
Trip Start Sep 08, 2012
27Trip End Nov 27, 2012
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I survived the night bus unharmed. I took the fancy Cruz del Sur tourist bus for safety and was glad I did. I sat next to a nice woman who was mumbling a lot of Spanish words about the bus, the time, her son, etc. She more or less gave me a quick and dirty Spanish lesson during our time together. I probably understood about 50% of what she was saying, but between our combined 'Spanglish' we did very well
There are many taxi drivers who receive commissions from hostels/hotels and because of that they try and take you to their 'preferred' places and NOT the one you want to go. I was tired when I got off the bus and just wanted to get to the hostel. After talking with a few cabbies, I decided to pay a few soles more (I now call it a convenience fee) for a taxi out to the oasis. Along the way, my driver started to tell me how bad my hostel was -uh oh- and how I shouldn't stay there. He also asked if I had a reservation. Si, si, senor yo tengo! (read: I'm f*cking tired, I've had a long bus ride now take me to where I want to go!). He then backed down. The rest of the 20 minute ride was fine but I was once again ready to jump out if need be. The driver gave me a tip when he dropped me off that later turned out to be true. Nice! I guess he had nothing to loose at that point. Perhaps I managed to get a few respect points from him?
I made to the Desert Nights IYH just in time for breakfast
The room was clean and the bed not full of sand- a rare thing here. My roommates were fantastic. Amy and Michelle were fellow Americans from Virgina and Michel from Holland. The ladies gave me the heads up about a sand boarding tour happening later that day... Heck yay! I didn't come all this way to not ride a dune buggy out to some serious dirt powder. We met our our guide Ton at the specified location and buckled up... Yes, Dottie I wore my seat belt! I was a little nervous but sometimes you gotta give it up to the Universe... This new mantra is suiting me quite well.
Ton was great and really played it up on the dunes for us- scary at first but then really, really fun! We would cruise up to a sand hill, ride down, get picked up at the bottom, then off to the next next hill. I loved not having to walk back up! We originally had the option to stand, but I decided it was better to lay on the board face forward. Eh! Snowboarding never really appealed to me anyway; the only difference here was a face plant in the sand sounded even less fun then a face plant in the snowTrustafarians looking for some action.
Huacachina is a two day max sort of place and that's only if you a doing the pisco and wine tour which I decided to skip and just head on to Lima with the ladies in the morning. Glad I cancelled my second night! Amy and Michelle got a good tip on a hostel and I was happy for the company, especially since we were about to embark on 5 hour journey via local bus to the big city. Yay for new friends!
Thanks for reading!
Lots of John Mayer
Lots of Jack Johnson
Air supply (playing full blast at the Huacafuckinchina)