Ok, the title is a clickbait, I know. No philosophical divagations though, just another post from Ecuador. I’m seasonally leaving the topic of Peru for a moment (it will be back, I have still at least one, maybe two or even more texts to write about it) to write about …
I came to Puerto Maldonado from Cuzco by bus. Another night spent on the road. From the bus station I took a mototaxi – a kind of rickshaw with a motocycle instead of a bike. I had a plan to spend Christmas in the jungle with indigenous people. When I …
Peru isn’t big. It’s huge. Its overall surface is 1.285.216 km² (496,225 sq mi). 19th in the world. In fact, Peru is longer than wider. From the border with Ecuador in the North to Chile in the South there are almost 2.500 km (over 1.500 miles). I didn’t make it so far and, …
Is there anything interesting in Chiclayo? Nope. Ok, ok, there is a witchcraft market, some cathedral and two or three old buildings. But around the city there are few places worth visiting. Such as Túcume, the valley of the pyramids. A bit of Wikipedia. There were different peoples living …
I wouldn’t say that crossing Ecuadorian-Peruvian border was complicated. Actually, I could smuggle everything through it (of course I didn’t have anything illegal with me). As the most of such procedures, it was inconvenient. Firstly, we waited in the bus, then, around 1 a.m., they ordered us to get off …
Yesterday I’ve crossed Ecuadorian border. I’m in Peru right now. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to write about Ecuador any more – I have still some material I haven’t used (I will, though!). Also, I haven’t left Ecuador for good. All the signs say that I’ll be back there …
I was pushed out of the bus as a cartoon character. I felt thrown up by the crowd. With my backpack and three bags I had a bit of what’s completely unknown in Ecuador – personal space in a bus. No one let me pass – I had to fight …
‘Oh, I’m going to seat next to the gringo’, said to his friend an old fat indigenous man who got on the bus. He took a place next to me. I was sitting with my laptop on my laps, trying to work. I could do it finally, after the man …
“There is a village behind this mountain. A Pole, Dawid, lives there. He makes goat cheese” I was told in the village. I found Dawid’s wife on the organic market where she was selling the cheese and I got myself invited to their farm. A man and his horse “Come …
About thirty years ago four friends decided to go to the mountains near Vilcabamba to the glacial lakes in Podocarpus National Park. They didn’t make it there. Feeling coming old age and lack of strength, they decided to go there once again to fulfil the drams from the youth. They …
