Nazca is a tranquil little city off the Panamericana, on the desert coast. It’s home to one of the biggest tourist spots in Perú. The Nazca Lines is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
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“Actually it’s 35,000. But that’s with breakfast included.”
I thought: Breakfast is nice. I read somewhere online that it was 25,000 but . . . Prices go up. Bills need to be paid. It’s not super easy to make a solid living off of running a little place of accommodation.
25,000 Colombian Pesos = $14. 35,000 is $19.50. I shouldn’t have been spending that much each night in Manizales. At the time I justified it being a good value because I had my own room and a home cooked breakfast was included.
Ages ago I wrote a post entitled Nicaraguan Cuisine. Nicaragua was the first foreign country that I’d started blogging in. Now, after a drifting escapade through Perú, the ninth land that my virtual publication has seen outside of the US, I’ve decided to dedicate a post to a country’s cuisine again.
There’s a consensus among aficionados in the Americas. Many believe that Perú possesses preeminence in the category of cuisine.
“Ah. Guided Tour. Señor. Muchas gracias. Muy amable. But I really prefer to see the ruins on my own.”
I was being totally honest. I thought: I like to drift solo and not with a guide if I can help it.
The goal was to be out at the crack of dawn, when the desert air is at its finest. Due to evening food and internet complications, a whole other story, I got to sleep a bit later than planned. My body clock finally forced my eyes open just after the sun began its ascent.
I was out the door at 6:25 and on the dune at 6:4o.
I was on an afternoon mission: To find a dentist that would clean my teeth for around $20.
I left Casa de Clara for a very short stroll and a right turn before I noticed a dental establishment.
I rang the bell. A girl popped her head out. I said something along the lines of:
I was under the asinine assumption that the border crossing from Huaquillas to Tumbes would be ridiculously smooth like the one from Colombia into Ecuador that I’d crossed five weeks prior. That super easy crossing conditioned me to think that my next land pass over would be equally as easy. Oh how wrong I was.
After spending almost two hours drifting in and around Riobamba’s center looking for a cheap hotel, I finally came across the Hotel Glamour. It was the sixth place I’d checked out and the first that was equipped with wifi in the rooms.
Of the two rooms that were left, I chose the huge one that had a work table. The other room on offer was only $10 but it didn’t have a window. I always try my best to avoid musty, windowless rooms. The big one was $15. The man kindly gave it to me for $13 after I asked for that price. I thought: It’s more than I want to pay. But, the room is great and I’m really tired of looking at hotel rooms. I have a vista of a snowcapped volcano to find before sunset and I’ve already used up way too much time.
Minutes before arrival at the volcanically heated hot springs of Termas El Salado, I was able to see the smoking Volcán Tungurahua. I thought: I don’t remember ever seeing an active volcano in front of my eyes. What a pleasant surprise. I was glad that I don’t take taxis unless I have to, as the walk rewarded me with a striking view.