After the slight fiasco of losing my purse somewhere in Huanchaco when I got here, I had the not very pleasant task of having to report it to the police. Thankfully I managed to persuade a guy who worked at the hostel to come with me and narrate the story in Spanish – though he warned me it wouldn’t be a free service if I wanted a written report (which I did, for the insurance company). Sure enough, the slightly self-important police commissioner fellow hummed and haa-ed before eventually deciding it wouldn’t be too much trouble for him to write it down, though I would have to pay 30 soles for the convenience. (It was all very hilarious and under the table; I only had a 50 so he had to go outside and subtly get change off another police guy to give me). Oh South America.
Anyway I felt much better once that was done – and if I get the money back when I get home then I think the 30 soles was worth it!
With that out the way I could enjoy the rest of my time here; I spent yesterday surfing (in the loosest sense of the word, though I did actually manage to stand up for a couple of 3-second intervals, so I’ll consider it a success) and today I went to Chan Chan, the pre-Inca adobe city near here, with the family who I mentioned that I met in Chachapoyas, who coincidentally wandered into the hostel looking to hire surfboards but were also half-thinking of going to the ruins, which coincided with my plans (I had to do something to while away the time today). It was actually really nice chatting to them a bit more – I still think its incredible that they’re travelling as a whole family around America/South America – besides which it meant we could share the cost of a taxi, PLUS they bought me an ice lolly. It’s nice to have had a day with a surrogate family.
Other than that not much to report: the beach here is not that nice – bit litter-strewn and stony, and the water’a so cold that I may as well be in England. Still, I’ve had a nice time here; I like being able to walk out the door and go for a swim in the sea (even if it does earn me a couple of “you must be crazy, it’s too cold to swim” remarks), and the Canadian girls I mentioned before are actually really nice although by no means your typical backpackers. I also found myself another fruit market (whilst attempting to follow directions to a supermarket, which I never did find) and tried a grenadilla – quite nice but the inside very reminscent of frogspawn. It’s generally just very chilled here and I’m sure I’ll miss it when I get into the crowds and tourists of Lima and Cusco, but I’m ready to move on.
So I’m packed again and off to Lima for 2 nights (paint-covered clothes in tow, maybe it’ll wash out…), acclimatising in Cusco for a further 2, and then I’ll be struggling up the Inca trail by St Patrick’s Day! Oh help.