'Leaving Los Lima' I hadn't even heard of Hauraz, but I did know that if I wasn't outa Lima pronto, I may well find myself sitting at the Hostel bar each night turning my liver and soul into shriveled prunes. My plan was to be heading North soon anyhow. I woke up after a bit of a night, 15 mins after our elapsed meeting time in the lobby, and half an hour before the bus was due to depart. I looked around groggily only to see things of mine scattered all over...

I was amazed. All it took was to ask a couple of locals, and I was in boot maker lane. My bus to Lima was due to leave at 2.30pm, meaning I had about 7 hours in Tacna after my 1.45am departure from Iquique. I made my way to Centro figuring that it may be a good opportunity to have repaired my ripped jeans and ripped boot I'd been getting around in for the past couple of weeks. I picked the most elderly man, thinking him to be certainly the most crafty and ex...