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.
Archive for the ‘Transport’ Category
Last week it was stated on my where I am page that I was in the Northern Peruvian city of Piura. Piura was a stop after spending less than a day and a half in the southern pacific beach resort town of Mancora. Mancora lies in a tropical zone just two hours from the Ecuadorian border by bus.
Upon leaving the homey and cheap Cocos Inn in scorching hot Piura, I had a conversation with the vintage home’s owner. To make a long story short, this man gave me erroneous information about where to get a bus south to the city of Chiclayo.
After taking a mototaxi to the park where I was told the bus company was located, I found myself lost as there was no bus company there.
While recently traveling from Loja, Ecuador to the border town of Huaquillo, I realized that I was enduring the longest bus ride I’d experienced since India. That made me ponder: Since arriving in Medellín about three months ago, I’ve been traveling slowly and avoiding long rides.
But then, after five weeks in Ecuador, I decided that it was time to get down to what appeared to be a vast and exotic Perú. This bus ride that brought me to the border took about seven hours.
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.
While spontaneously getting my shoes shined for $1,000 COP or $.55 in the plaza, it started to pour.
In the cold mountain rain the lowest the taxi man would go is 5,000 pesos or $2.70. As my bags would have been drenched had I stood out there much longer, it was a no-brainer to suck up the $1.48 extra. I thought: If I were this man, I probably would have noticed that there were no other taxis, and that I had no rain covering on my packs. I might have upped the price to 7,000.
I’m sitting in the center seat on the back of a bus from San Agustín to Popayán. The good thing is that I have a little bit of legroom behind the teenage girl who’s sitting on the aisle floor in front of me.
The transport setup lacks assigned seating. I’m perched too high to get more than a narrow glimpse of the visually therapeutic nature outside. I think: At least I have leg room so this isn’t one of the most uncomfortable bus rides I’ve had to endure.
I never thought I’d write a post about a city’s metro system. But, I’ve seen a few of the world’s finest and the Medellín Metro is now my favorite on earth. Using it is also what I believe to be the best activity you can take-part in during your stay in Medellín.
I didn’t understand why the majority of travelers I’d met in India were there for the second, third, fourth or even fifth time. I was wondering what caused their minds to sensationalize the art of drifting around the sprawling subcontinent. It’s that good that you decided to come back again . . . and again. What’s so fantastic about India? I’m practically living in a sauna.