Travel

Let’s inspire not impress each other

April 29. An act of conscience.
It is light and I drive alongside the Pacific coast. Am I dreaming? The road is not bad, I see palm trees and traditional huts, fisherboats, and a lot of people playing around with their motorscooters. The road goes all the way up from Lima to Cumbles near the Ecuadorian border. I had been on ...
April 28. About long busrides.
The busride from Lima to the Ecuadorian border is very long.
I get up early and say goodbye to the friendly people at my hostel. "Goodbye!" or rather, I told them "Adios!" because, of course, they speak Spanish here. What follows is a long ride through the city of Lima, ending in a bus terminal ...
April 27. The only one that uses real bodies.
Woke up late. Bought a nutritious breakfast in a supermarket and walked around the center of Lima. Most of the streets were in reconstruction; smog and dust everywhere. One interesting thing about this city is that workshops of certain professions are located in the same area. I live in the printing press area were professional ...
April 26. Oil painting in Lima.
In the late afternoon our bus arrives in Lima, Peru's busy capital and center of Spanish colonial influence. This is the Rome of South America; there are churches everywhere. A taxi takes us away from the bus terminal and at their hostel I say goodbye to Candy and Alexandra. This city should be extremely dangerous, ...
April 25. Hypocrisy and Santiago Mataindios.
Up 10am. Check out. Breakfast: real espresso I showed the girl from the hostel how to make it and a sandwich with a fried egg. Read bilingual Gideon bible I found in the hostel to improve my Spanish and have a glance at Jesus' words once again. After all, they are the weightiest words in ...
April 24. Cusco Sewing.
Cusco. Arrived here at six in the morning, went to a hostel with a German woman called Alexandra. We had breakfast in the central Mercado, coffee and an egg sandwich. Bought our busticket to Lima, walked around the Plaza de Armas until about nine.
After that I lied down for a couple of hours to ...
April 23. Lake Titicaca.
The legs are okay again. I can move on today. I want to describe the begging women in the bus station. Her dark skin, how she crouches and moves her hand up and down to indicate what she's after: a few Bolivianos. The colorfully woven pouch on her back, the noises she makes, her small ...
April 22. La Paz.
La Paz. It is cold indeed and the bus driver halts for me so I can take my jacket out of the luggage compartment. The old orange one that has served in Russia earlier on the road. The arrival in La Paz is spectacular and comfortable. A modern bus terminal right in the center, plenty ...
April 21. The road ahead.
Today, we copy the photos of the Paraba Azul to a cd at Alberto's place. He offers us lunch and has some story about the integration of foreigners into the community, which can be hard at times. After this it's time to say goodbye to Buenavista. I leave with dear memories of the people here ...