Party like it's 1999
Trip Start Dec 17, 2011
8Trip End Feb 20, 2012
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The room looked great on Tripadvisor but a picture often lies. Well, I should be fair. The room looked good but it was the little things like that the lamp cords were made for a European outlet (without an adapter), a dry half used soap was stuck to the shower, no towels and no lock on the balcony doors. Now I have stayed in some REALLY CHEAP places and I know that a little dirt don't hurt, but when you pay US$100 in a place like Peru, I feel like I can have some expectations
But as we say in Swedish: "Inte hänga läpp", a version of "Don't let your lips sag!", our first Trujillo Pilsner tasted fantastic as we sat on our balcony watching the last sunset of 2011. Some stories from the past year were shared, so many great memories! Traveling Thailand and riding motorcycles in Vietnam, hiking to base camp at Kangchenjunga (third highest mountain in the world), India with my friend Karin, family time in Sweden and Tennessee, retreat in Mexico, yoga teacher training and now Peru and Ecuador, oh and most important of all: Josh's A's (and one B) in school. We toast to it all in true Swedish fashion.
A stroll down the ankle-breaking cracks of the town's Malecón alongside the ocean followed by a romantic seafood dinner overlooking the dull blue green sea, started off the evening great. Heading back towards the hotel we passed bars with loud Reggaeton blasting to an empty crowd. The town felt pretty empty...but not for long.
By the time 12 o clock came around, the earlier unobstructed beach view that we paid way too much $$$ for, had now turned in to a tent city filled with 1000's of partying Peruvians that all brought their boom box and turned it up to 11. Beer, booz and Reggaeton all turned up to 11. Kid screaming, dogs barking, fireworks, fire crackers, horns honking and endless car alarms that set off one another. Our romantic get-a-way had turned in to purgatory on crack at ear deafening volume
With heavy steps and all our luggage, we moved trough a sea of possibly the drunkest people I have ever seen in my life. Some were passed flat out on the ground, some were dancing, smoking, eating, throwing up, fighting... I'm sure you can paint a pretty good picture yourself. The thought of escaping this hell hole, drunken town crossed our mind, but judging by the way people was driving on the roads, we decided to stay put. It just wasn't worth it. Luckily we found a fabulous little hostal called Hospedaje Oceano, run by an amazing couple. What a relief!
The following days we dealt with the aftermath of the partying. Trash and broken bottles all over town and the beach. It was so sad to see. The food though, was amazing. Unfortunately Josh and the Peruvian cuisine didn't really get a long and he got a taste of Manco Inca's revenge (round #2)
With an empty stomach, earplugs, and an eye mask, I managed to get Josh on a 20+ bus ride to Guayaquil, Ecuador. He was ready for a gastronomic change and I was ready for some fun in the Ecuadorian sun. Even though the metal detectors were out of order and the bathrooms at this exclusive bus companies waiting station had no toilet paper nor toilet seats we hoped for the best. Once on the bus, top-notch seats on the second floor with a panoramic view of the road and it's surroundings made us feel like a million bucks. It was time for some new adventures!
Ecuador here we come!!!!!
Peace, Love & Earplugs