Arequipa, Peru




Dec 22, 2004

If you like endless miles of sand and desolation, this is the place to be. The road follows the ocean for a while, so you are surrounded by sand and a strip of blue off to the right, then goes back into the desert and more sand. In places the dunes are blowing across the road and a guy on a bobtail has the lonely task of pushing it off, while behind him it starts to pile up again.

Arequipa is like Tijuana without the sophistication and polish. But at least Guinea Pigs are cheaper here than Lima. At the restaurant in Lima they were 30 sols, here they are only 18. And they are so cute, even deep fried. One of the restaurants is called The Scream of the Guinea Pig, (La Grita Del Cuy).

I flew over the Nasca lines today. They are lines in the dirt that can only be seen from the air, and one of the figures appears to be an astronaut, or a bear with a fish bowl on his head, so there is a lot of speculation as to their purpose. It looks to me like someone had too much time on his hands and TV hadn't been invented yet.

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