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in the midday heat I needed a little shade: Time for another short entry in the diary! The bus Pullman Sucre went yesterday evening in a rather direct route to the Pacific coast and put all the passengers in Huaquillas from the Peruvian border. There was initially announced waiting, because the border authorities to work out my reasons unknown never between one and three clock at night - so whenever the bus drives up. After we got the exit stamp from Ecuador, we went on board a bus of the CIFA still got the Einrestempel for Peru, and took up momentum.

When I woke up in the morning rather crumpled and was able to catch a glimpse outside, before I fell asleep again, the landscape had changed completely. Instead of the lush Andean valleys, which I admired in the south of Ecuador, were now sand dunes along the road to see. Desert, as far as the eye could see! A few hours later, the next awakening, were the dunes and a wide given way to flat landscape, steppe on all sides. Here and there were small huts to see that looked pitiful poor. What do the people here, in the midst of dust and parched bushes that bloom probably immediately fall when a few rain drops? It seemed logical that many seemed to leave the house.

Finally we reached Piura. The city, with around half a million inhabitants is one of the largest in the country, made a very chaotic at first impression: Tricycle Taxis and buses clogged the main road, all the side streets seemed to be used as a market. I did not irritate me, picked up a few Soles (S /.) now and bought my bus ticket to Lima are equal before me fifteen hours bus ride!

Then I allowed myself a little stroll through the town. Colonial buildings and very modern, high houses alternate, no trace of tourists - I was not infrequently seen, as if I were the first white man in Piura! So I wandered aimlessly through the town, enjoying the heat and the sunshine and landed Last but in a small and cozy cafe, where I was able to enjoy delicious bread and yogurt, and finally was able to continue to read the previous day.

Because I had read that you could eat well in Piura, and especially the ceviches recommended would be, I ventured another lunch at a recommended restaurant. Ceviche I had ever eaten, then in Corinto on Nicaragua's Pacific Coast: This is a kind of cold fish soup with onions. The ingredients are not cooked, but only washed well with onions, lemon juice, salt and ají (Chilli) dressed. This mixture should immediately make an impact: I had my fish octopus crab ceviche Although ordered little ají , but had to insert a break after a few bites: So hot I had eaten before probably never! After all, I am sure that I will not make you sick to eat this food the ají is said to have a cleaning effect ...

will now set myself to the plaza de armas a little browse through my tome and then make my way to the Bus: The next step is calling! Tomorrow morning I will arrive in Lima, a bit of exploring the city and then from the airport to pick up Annie: With you I travel then to the east of Peru and from there to Bolivia! Stay tuned!

Get Well Wishes For Family

from Cuenca

SOMETHING TO LATE am I arrived here in the supposedly most beautiful city in Ecuador: The journey had just taken a while. Two hours from Quito to Cayambe, an hour north of the city the same in the south and then proud ten hours from the bus station Quitumbe to Cuenca, the removal is likely estimate, amount to little more than four hundred kilometers.

took the journey from Quito I exciting, I had traveled in the south of Ecuador but never before. From Riobamba, located squarely in the center of the country we drove through lush green valleys, past abandoned (?) Railway tracks and pastures where cattle and sheep grazing in particular. Later, at dusk, it was very foggy and I could not more of the landscape, which flew in front of the fogged windows to see.

Cuenca reached the bus with about two Hours late (unusual for buses!) At night around eleven clock. And soon I had a fear, perhaps to have difficulties in finding a free easy to bed in a hostel: The streets were full of people dressed up and it seemed that many tourists were on their way! On the sixth of January, the día de los santos inocentes , parades are held in Cuenca, which should resemble the carnival parades in Germany. But mitzubekommen to the spectacle, I was too late. Fortunately, should prove to the search for a place to stay for the night as a very simple, and so I ended up at the hostel, which I have to go before my arrival eye had taken.

The next day I had time, a little walk through Cuenca. The banks of the beautiful views offered Tomebamba green spaces, and on any villas and the old town made a very beautiful, very European feel. English and later French Jesuits have create a beautiful town! Impressively, the great new cathedral was with her brick masonry and the blue domes - the interior disappointed, however. The central plaza was nice and offered seating and rest, to rest a month. Spectacular: Numerous speakers in the trees was heard elevator music at its finest ... Was it really Ecuador?

After buying my bus tickets to Piura, where I arrive on Friday morning and just eat it fresh seafood, I moved into the Internet cafe where the moment I am sitting still: The finally onset of rain thwarted my bill - I had made a couple of hours relaxing reading among speakers of the plaza ...

now is still outstanding dinner before I'm going to slowly but surely making their way to the bus station! Ten hours on the bus: It sounds exhausting. But I can not say that I have no desire to come to Peru!