Andrea: Six inch heels are not a good idea on a bus. I´m not talking about me, of course, I didn´t pack any heels, let alone those of the 6-inch variety. I´m talking about the woman whose job it is to walk up and down the aisles of a moving bus. After 7 hours of just falling asleep and waking up to the the sight of woman-in-red-polyester-outfit almost in my lap, we had arrived in Huaraz at 5:30 am. We reluctantly followed a guy (after many minutes of ...

Vern: A five hour bus took us from Chiclayo to Trujillo from where we caught a sunset coloured local bus to Huanchaco. Previously a sleepy fishing village, surfers have since taken over Huanchaco. In front of a wide, dusty beach large waves were curling into aggressive tubes out at sea, but no surfers were out to entertain us as we drove in. We were dropped off in front of the budget hostel we'd planned to stay at but this was was closed so we checked into the mu...

Vern: "There is a chicken's foot in your soup." "Well, that looks like a brain in yours." Hmmm... "Yes it does, but it isn't. Enjoy your claw!", I chuckled as Andrea pushed the floating foot around her bowl. Also in the soup were potatoes, noodles, carrots and herbs, and despite the intruding appendange it was quite good. We had, as usual, ordered the dish of the day after collapsing into the wobbly wooden chairs at a popular little restaurant having just spent ...

Andrea: Packed lunch in hand, we walked out to the side of the road to wait for a bus at 6:00 in the morning. The entire scenario seemed doomed to fail: wake up at an ungodly hour, wait on the side of a road, hail down a bus that you have to make in order to make 5 connecting buses to get where you want to go. Great. Well, it worked out relatively smoothly as we caught the first bus--6 hours to Zumba, a border town with a great name and little else. We ...