Day 3 - Lima to Paracas - June 4, 2018
Today we took an early morning bus trip to Paracas, a small city on the Atlantic coast about 3.5 hours south of Lima.
This was a very helpful sign.
All geared up and ready for the long bus ride.
This bridge had washed out, but lucky for us we could just drive across the riverbed. I'm not sure what the detour is if the river is running high.
We stopped at an old plantation and took a tour.
They would use tunnels to smuggle the enslaved around both this plantation and through the whole area of Peru.
Taking a dip in the tub.
Trying some lemonade.
It was really a sobering place, remembering the enslaved people who were shackled, bought, sold and mistreated.
Taking photos.
The Lovely Wife.
I booked our bus trip/tour thru Peru Hop. They were great and I would totally book it again.
We made it to Paracas, where we were booked into shared rooms in a hostel. Luckily, there were enough of us that we had a room all to ourselves, plus one bed in another room. We made Kate and Lyla share a bed which allowed us all to fit within our single room.
Lunch overlooking the harbor.
As long as we can find a restaurant that will serve rice and/or bread, then Kate and Lyla will be happy.
Downtown Paracas, and a wicked cold sore.
A bitch.
We walked down along the harbor during the afternoon.
Ice cream.
Lyla with a new sweater.
A good time to reenact a photo of me and Lyla.
Kate and Lyla used their souvenir money to buy little books.
The view of our hostel. Our room was on the top floor to the right.
Getting ready for bed.
Who doesn't love Pinguinos?
Every restaurant served these little corn nut things before the meal. They were pretty good.
Tomorrow we take a boat out to see the birds (penguins!) and visit the sand dunes.
1 comment:
Once upon a time in a foreign land, I took a bus ride where upon reaching a bridge that had been damaged by a flood, the bus stopped, we all got off, got all our luggage and walked across the damaged bridge where there was another bus waiting for us to take us the rest of the way. As there were a dozen buses on either side of the bridge, this seemed to be what everyone was doing. Driving through the river definitely wouldn't have been an option for that river. I didn't notice any damage to the bridge as I walked across.
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