I’m in Paraguay to spend a few days with my friend Manuel.
I left Lima Thursday evening, arrived in Arequipa at noon the next day and from there caught a direct bus to the border town of Desaguadero going through Puno. I arrived around 22h and the border had closed at 19h.
Enveloped in your fog and smoke, your constant cry of horns, sirens and shouts, cradled in your hills and pressed back against your ocean cliffs, wandering and finding my rhythm amongst your million interminable streets, I have peaked at your smile, your dance and charm.
Christmas in Cusco made for a fantastic contrast to the months spent cursing the fog in Lima.
I happened upon this firefighting ambulance that had caught fire on my way home this afternoon. It looked like the flames had just begun to take over, with the melting insides cracking and exploding …
I’m the first to admit that I am still learning how to get the best out of my D300.
General restaurant food in Peru is ordinarily a lot duller than it’s made out to be and mostly revolves around rice, peeled white potatoes and saucy salty meat preparations. Those who search though will find
On the way back from Jorge Chávez flight port, another double length nocturnal trip through the capital, this time with a gregarious Marine ex commando two weeks from his retirement.
The mural reads…