Arrived in Lima. It’s big and noisy but not too hot, the people are gentle and friendly, and it’s cheap. Been listening to combi VW style vans packed with locals tooting through till the wee hours of the morning. What I can remember of Spanish has served us well so far. Will spend a couple of days here before flying north to Chiclayo. Food is very salty but promising, looking forward to the national dish ceviche: raw fish marinated in citrus…
Adjust to climate. Ceviche turned out to be delicious.
Flight to Chiclayo, met with Maranon chocolate crew. Visit to busy city market selling everything under the sun, meat, fish, shoes, machetes, stolen genuine pre-inca relics, mescaline cactus(!), “love” potions, pots and pans, school uniforms… Lunch. 6 hour drive through stunning Andes. Passed 100 death markers by side of road. Our bean man Brian negotiated out of bribe with road police. Arrived in base town. Zero tourism here, sole purpose of town is for agricultural goods to move through. Busy social town square. Couple of beers. Bed.