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Provincia de Trujillo

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  • Day54

    29-8 Trujillo

    August 29, 2018 in Peru ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Ik sta op met zulke natte mist, dat mijn tent drupt.
    Nadat we hebben ontbeten met trigo, die ook na koken naar zaagsel blijft smaken helaas, worden we uitgenodigd voor het ontbijt door Jorge (George). Hartstikke lief, dus we drinken koffie en eten een broodje kipsalade.
    Daarna helling af naar Trujillo. 1% naar beneden ongeveer, wat de windkracht 8 tegen weer opheft.
    Vlak voor de echte stad zien we een bord naar de piramides. Vooruit maar, het is nog vroeg. Het is de Moche route en inderdaad is naast het museum ons Moche hotel, wat we bij Gocta hadden gezien en waarvan we het adres nog niet wisten. Hoera! We kunnen er eigenlijk alleen in met een reservering. Wij veinzen onbegrip en zo lukt het toch. De hele middag verder geen andere gast gezien! We hebben een junior suite. Inderdaad een beetje behelpen (not).
    We storten ons direct in tickets boeken. Te duur voor mijn betaal-app, maar gelukkig denkt Karin aan de visa, voordat ik mijn vader echt uit bed bel voor het betaalapparaat. Kost 22 euro extra, maar nu hebben we wel de tickets die we hebben willen. Wát en gestress vind ik dat altijd. Raar idee, 4 september vlieg ik naar Nieuw Zeeland!
    Voor het zwembad is het ondertussen eigenlijk al iets te koud, al doen we het toch.
    We eten zalig in het restaurant hier.
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  • Day56

    31-8 Trujillo: tempel vd maan

    August 31, 2018 in Peru ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    De ochtend vliegt voorbij met soppen: footprint, zakjes, tassen, sandalen, brander etc. Valt tegen.
    Met lunchtijd vertrekken we naar de buren: het museum. Daar is niets te eten, maar we kopen wel kaartjes voor de Engelse rondleiding van half drie. Ik snap nog steeds niet waarom, want we hadden Tucumé al gesaan, en deze piramide zag er ongeveer hetzelfde uit.
    Wat een mazzel.
    Wát gaaf. Zie een mini selectie van 36 foto's. Was ik in Tucumé al blij met figuren op de muren, dit is met originele kleuren! Super. 5 tempels als een matroesjka over elkaar heen gebouwd. We konden dus maar een klein stukje van 3 en 4 zien, anders stort 5 in.
    Daarna zouden we aan het zwembad met een drankje, maar alle stoelen zijn bezet. Ons eigen stulpje is ook fijn en we vullen de tijd met een hotel in Lima boeken.
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  • Day20

    Der Papst - insgeheim ein Biker?

    January 20, 2018 in Peru ⋅

    Trujillo heißt unser heutiges Tagesziel, nach Lima die zweitwichtigste Stadt in Peru - von der ich allerdings noch nie gehört hatte. Sie ist mit 800 Tsd. Einwohnern beachtlich groß, und angeblich sollen sich heute hier sogar 1 Mio. Menschen versammelt haben. Das hat einen Grund: Papst Franziskus stattet im Rahmen seiner Südamerika-Reise Trujillo just am heutigen Tag einen Besuch ab. Ist der Papst insgeheim ein Biker? Wir kommen jedoch zu spät zur Audienz. Statt dessen begegnen wir in der Lobby zwei seiner Dienerinnen, die ihn - prächtig gekleidet - auf dem Rollfeld empfangen haben. Sie sehen entzückend aus und sind vom heiligen Vater noch so beseelt, dass Sie selbst mit der verschwitzten Edelweiss-Motorradgruppe posieren. Gott ist gütig.

    Zum Tagesbeginn hatten wir in unmittelbarer Nähe von Chiclayo Ausgrabungsstätten der Moche-Kultur besucht. Ihr folgten die Chimu-Kultur und dann erst die Inkas. Die pyramidenartigen Hügel bergen Grabkammern, und man gab den Toten üppige Beigaben mit. So wie ich das sehe, lebten davon auch noch einige, bevor sie zusammen mit den Toten verbuddelt wurden. Andere Zeiten, andere Sitten. Trotz allen damaligen Fortschritts hat vermutlich der Klimawandel (El Nino) dieser Entwicklung im 8. Jht. ein jähes Ende bereitet.

    Von dort weiter auf staubigem Feldweg. Da kommt das rollende Melonenfachgeschäft gerade recht. Das Fahrzeug könnte ohne weiteren Umbau direkt in der nächsten Mad Max Folge mitfahren, Fahrer natürlich auch, vielleicht müßte man die Melonen vorher ausräumen. Man beachte bitte den Lautsprecher, der vermutlich direkt aus der Requisite zum Fitzcaraldo-Dreh entnommen wurde.

    Da morgen Ruhetag ist, ziehen Oliver, Phil, Will und ich los, um Geld zu sparen. Der Laundry-Service im Hotel ist nämlich erstaunlich teuer (cost per piece) und wir suchen einen lokalen Anbieter (cost per kilo). Doch wir scheitern in der nahegelegenen Mall grandios, denn morgen ist Sonntag (Martin würde an dieser Stelle sagen: nein, für uns ist im Moment jeder Tag Sonntag), und so schnell klappt das dann nicht. Ich verbrauche reumütig eine ganze Rei-in-der-Tube-Tube und sprühe meine Motorradsachen mit Deo ein. Das Klima in Raum 721 des Casa Andina wird hierdurch eindeutig humid, denn das Fenster lässt sich nicht öffnen, und es riecht auch weiterhin streng, nur eben anders. Mal gewinnt man, mal verliert man.
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  • Day55

    30-8 Trujillo: boodschappen

    August 30, 2018 in Peru ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Omdat we het boeken via internet hier niet vertrouwen, en de receptionist hier dat beaamt, vertrekken we na het lekkere ontbijt naar Trujillo voor transporte Linea.
    We rijden iets om, maar wel geinig. Tot het busstation gaat het wel. De man daar bezorgt ons nog een hartverknettering door te zeggen dat er helemaal geen kaartjes meer zijn behalve morgen. Blijkt niet zo te zijn, dus voor 30 soles pp en 20 per fiets gaan wij zondag naar Lima.
    En dan fietshoezen scoren. Wát een klereherrie overal. Gelukkig zijn we op de fiets, anders stonden we nu nog vast. Ik word er nier goed van. Gelukkig wel gelukt om een héle grote tas te kopen voor de fietstassen, en 2 fietshoezen te laten stikken van ongeveer hetzelfde spul als de hoezen die je thuis voor veel geld koopt.
    Om 1 uur een frietje. Ik eet er maar 10 of zo, zó vet. Ga er een kwartier later alsnog bijna van over mijn nek. Bah.
    Blij dat we snel weer in onze Sactuary Lodge zijn, waar we alsnog o.a. een nieuwe kolibrie scoren.
    P. S. : die piramide is de piramide niet, da's "gewoon" een berg.
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  • Day21

    Heute Ruhetag #2

    January 21, 2018 in Peru ⋅

    Morgen geht es wieder in die Anden, durch die Entenschlucht nach Huaraz auf 3000 m Höhe. Heute aber ist Ruhetag in Trujillo, Moped ist gecheckt und die Wäsche trocknet. Außerdem ruft der Pool. Deshalb nur ein paar weitere gesammelte Bildeindrücke und herzliche Grüße an Euch alle!

  • Day53

    28-8 Shiran

    August 28, 2018 in Peru ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

    Helemaal in mijn zak vannacht, capuchon op, alleen niet stijf aangetrokken. Klopt ook: er staat ijs op de tent. En jemig, wat warmt het dan snel op als de zon over de berg komt. We moeten in het begin nog best wat klimmen, vooral na allerlei haarspelden naar beneden. We negeren een bord "Trujillo linksaf". Leve de electronische navigatie. Dat bord sloeg nergens op.....
    En daarna dik 30 km naar beneden. Erg fijn. Een vlak stukje vinden voor de tent lukt niet want het dal is best smal. Komen we toch langs een restaurant campestre. Een paradijsje achter de stoffige hoofdstraat. En voor 20 soles mogen we er kamperen. Het ploft er van de vogels. Wat heerlijk. Heeft ie ook nog Cuscueña. Wat wil een mens nog meer.
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  • Day58

    Huanchaco vibes

    October 31, 2016 in Peru ⋅

    After my sister left, I spent my last week in Peru visiting Roxy and Matteo in the beach town Huanchaco. Besides surfing a lot and trying out many great local specialties, we hiked/ climbed up a mountain top and camped there for a night. The view from up there was incredible, with a sky turning from a burning red into a starlit night. Only some kind of huge bird was keeping us awake while it was out hunting :).
    The impressive adobe city Chan Chan, which is even older than the Inca sites, was definitely also worth a visit. We celebrated our last evening with a halloween party and were thus wearing our makeup accordingly. Now it is time to explore the other side of the continent - Brazil here I come!
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  • Day197

    Hanging Out in Huanchaco

    February 11, 2018 in Peru ⋅

    Huanchaco is a coastal town, about twenty minutes from Trujillo by taxi. The journey was actually faster than our negotiations with the taxi driver to get us to Huanchaco, as we struggled to communicate that we didn't want to leave immediately. We tried to explain that we wanted to leave later, around lunchtime, to give us time to explore Trujilo's historical centre. In the end, we got our message across and seemingly both parties understood.

    We arrived at our hostel in Huanchaco and discovered a veritable Noah's ark living in the complex. We were greeted by the friendly cat, Fidel, who had been abandoned, along with the hostel for over twelve months. Apparently Fidel approved of the hostel renovations and decided he would stay put and become the hostel guard cat. To keep Fidel company, there were also two tortoises and three rabbits, including one intersex bunny with a wonky eye like Paris Hilton. The beach and ocean could be seen from the hostel balcony, with perfect sunsets over the Pacific ocean.

    After checking in, we wandered down to the shore to check-out the local delicacies on offer. As we sat eating our lunch, we partook in some people watching, observing some of the unique fashion on display by the locals and the itinerants passing through town. Jason pointed out one woman who was wearing such tiny shorts that Ricky was unable to see them because her handbag was bigger than her shorts. There was certainly more material used to make the handbag than the rest of her outfit. At this point, we saw a familiar sight in the distance in the form of our Canadian friends, Dave and Terrie, who joined us for lunch and who would be our neighbours at the hostel for the next six days and nights.

    On the first evening, we discovered a secret that Terrie had been keeping from us: the cake man. Each night at 7pm, one of the local bakeries traverse the streets of Huanchaco selling their cakes, tarts, biscuits and all kinds of delicious sweets. We had heard the sounds of a horn but Lima had desensitised us to all kinds of tooting and beeping. We suspect Terrie wanted to kept it a secret to get in first and clean out the cake man. We made up for missing the cake man over the next five nights. We could have opened up our own bakery with the bounty that we returned with. Each night, we waited patiently for his call to action and at the slightest sign of him we scurried down the steps, fearing that we may miss out on the tasty sweets. All nightly activities revolved around the schedule of the cake man. It was as if we were possessed by Marie Antoinette and took her suggestion to eat cake to the extreme.

    Sweets had quickly replaced the liquid calories of beer, caiprinihas and pisco sours. There's no wonder that our waistlines have expanded faster than you can say “let them eat cake”. Even our families have noted the extra kilos of our pastry baby bulges but, like crackheads looking for another hit, we are addicted and can't inhale the sugary sweets quick enough. To counter the excess calories, we enrolled in the yoga classes on offer at the hostel but we’re afraid that the horse has already bolted. Maybe we can get liposuction in Mexico before we return home. But in the near future, it may be necessary to fatify our clothes [to adapt clothes to accommodate an expanded waistline, usually involving sewing an extra panel of material into the clothes].

    After exploring the historical areas and clearing out every bakery in sight, we adventured further afield and took a day trip to Trujillo, along with Dave and Terrie. We split up with Dave and Ricky heading to the Huaca de la Luna, a Moche monument located about twenty minutes from Trujillo, while Jason and Terrie remained in Trujillo to shop and to see the sights. The evening was capped off with more food from the street vendors in the centre of town, a first for Terrie who has been placed under the evil influence of Jason. The kebab sticks, papa rellenas and picarones became a staple part of our diets for most of the time in Huanchaco, along with the cheap two course menu del dias.

    The next day, we wandered to the outskirts of the town to explore the streets and to walk off some of the excess calories, or more to the point to make room for more calories. The town didn't have a supermarket but we lost count of the number of shops selling baked goods. We stumbled across one bakery and got roped into being photographed wearing a sash in front of a painting. At first we thought the store owner wanted a picture to put on their social media site showing that gringos had frequented their establishment. But this wasn't the case and he ended up taking the photo with Jason’s phone. The store owner pushed and shoved us into place as Jason, Ricky and Terrie stood around wondering what was happening. We had no idea why the store owner insisted on taking the photo; we never asked for it and it just left us puzzled.

    Apart from surfing and yoga retreats, the other attraction in Huanchaco is the historical site of Chan Chan, about ten minutes from the main part of the town. The complex was the capital of the Chimu civilisation and was used as the residence of the Chimu royalty. Most of the complex has been destroyed by natural forces as well as by the Spanish conquistadors and only a small section of the twenty square kilometre complex, the Nik An, is open to tourists. From Chan Chan, we took a taxi to the Huaca de la Esmeralda before picking up supplies in Trujillo and then returning home, via the Chan Chan Museum, to eat more cake.

    On our last morning, we weren't greeted by Fidel the friendly cat, which had been commonplace over the previous five nights. Later, we found out that Fidel had been poisoned and had gone missing. Eventually, after a number of hostel guests went in search, Fidel was found alive but in a bad condition. The poor thing had spent the night vomiting, hidden away from the rest of the world. Fortunately, the worse was over for him and he was able to receive the care he needed. When it came time to leave, we had to tear ourselves away from the cake as well as the calm, chilled-out surroundings of Huanchaco.

    Next stop: Chiclayo.

    For video footage, see:
    https://youtu.be/SErNsMQlViU
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  • Day71

    Trujillo and Northern Peru

    February 23, 2015 in Peru ⋅

    After two and a half months of no time pressure and complete freedom to choose how long long we want to stay in one place and where to go next...the clock now is really ticking: on the 27.02 we have to catch our flight from Guayaquil to the Galapagos Islands. That's why we have decided for a small serious of overnight buses to cross northern Peru, spending our nights on the road trying to catch some sleep and spending our days fighting the sleep and discovering the unknown territory. in Trujillo we arrived at 5:00am in the morning, waiting for the sun to come up. We organized our escape to the north for the next night, and headed out to city center to find the so called tours, we decided for a hit-and-run- archeology experience.
    first we traveled to the pyramid of the moon, built by the Moche culture and between 200 and 600, an extraordinary complex,that impresses with 30 meter high walls, painted with bright colors and exquisite figures. in the afternoon, we traveled to Chan Chan, a city that was built between 600 and 1450. the area is more than 22 square kilometers big, making it the biggest ancient city on the entire american continent, and the largest adobe city in the world. the palace of the governor, beautifully restored amazes with sheer size and unique architecture. After the hardcore archeology program we even had a bit of time left to go to the beach and watch the sunset, while some Peruvians where riding primitive surfboards made of dried grass, like their ancestors had been doing for hundreds of years. a quick, light dinner in the beautiful colonial old town of Trujillo...and back to the terminal, for another night on the road...always up north.
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  • Day196

    Transit in Trujillo

    February 10, 2018 in Peru ⋅

    After our stay in Lima, it was time to continue our adventure and head to the north of Peru. One of the possible stops along the way was Chimbote but, with some research from our Canadian friend, Dave, it seemed that this may not be the most ideal stopover. According to Canadian Dave's trusty travel guide, the town is known for its fishing industry, which apparently can be smelt miles away. Chimbote was ruled out, not only because of the smell of fish but also its crime rate. All of the guidebooks even warned against staying overnight. That squashed those plans! But Jason was adamant that we were not travelling inland to higher altitudes and cooler climates. Instead, we decided to suck-up an “eight-hour” bus trip direct to Trujillo. Well, as direct as it can be in South America.

    Early in the morning, our Über arrived and we headed to the bus terminal in Lima. Fifteen minutes into the journey it became clear that the incorrect address had been entered into the Über app and we were heading in the completely wrong direction. After asking the driver to stop, we tried to explain, in poor Spanish, that we needed to go to a different location. While it took some time, we got there in the end and communicated the correct address. We may have added some buffer time to our timeline and told the driver our bus was leaving half-an-hour earlier than it was actually scheduled. Speeding through the streets of Lima, we arrived with plenty of time. A fare that was supposed to be a cheap, quick trip ended up about three times the price. And in typical Peruvian fashion, the bus departed late, which meant that we arrived into Trujillo late – THREE HOURS LATE!

    Along the way, the bus drove at a snail's pace, stopping regularly, even though the route was supposedly direct. The desert scenery barely changed for the entirety of the journey and driving at 20 kilometres an hour definitely wasn't so the passengers could soak up the scenery. It took almost two hours to get out of Lima traffic and onto the highway to Trujillo, passing through stinky Chimbote as we sat on the bus next to the stinky old man polluting the bus with his body odour. At this point, we realised that we probably wouldn't arrive at the scheduled time. Surprise, surprise.

    Eventually, after eleven hours, we arrived at the bus terminal in Trujillo. The taxi driver who took us to the hostel warned us about the neighbourhood and cautioned us about wandering the streets after dark (and it was already pitch black). The first priority, after check-in, was to seek-out sustenance, because the slop served on the bus was neither satisfying nor tasty. Our short leash extended around the corner from the hostel, where we ate hamburgers with cold chips/fries. It seems almost every meal in Peru (and Bolivia) is routinely served partially cold.

    With only a day in Trujillo, we had limited time to wander around the historical centre and to admire the brightly-coloured colonial buildings. While Trujillo is the third most populous city in Peru, it has a small town feel to it. According to one of the taxi drivers, a mafia-like gang controls the entire city. The driver mentioned that he has to pay a small daily fee to ensure his safety and the safety of his family. It was probably for the best that we continued on to our next stop.

    Next stop: Huanchaco.

    For video footage, see:
    https://youtu.be/UbcoLvnTzwQ
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