Paracas: Problems in paradise (April 14)

Needless to say, we were not entirely stoked about our trip to Ica based on what we had heard from people, so we attempted to book a connecting bus directly to Cusco. Unfortunately for us, everything at Cruz del Sur was booked. Luckily for us, Marsky had been guano-ed on during our tour of the Islas Ballestas, so we knew we had a stroke of good fortune come our way. The lady at th bus station not only appreciated the fact that EmBoss attempted to speak Spanish, but also appreciated the fact that she was able to crack jokes with the staff about how difficult some British English was to understand. She went above and beyond the call of duty and called down to Oltursa, another long distance bus company, and was able to find us tickets. 

The dude at the Oltursa ticket counter was nice enough, but really good have done without that last 5 spritzes of cologne. I thought I was going to pass out; it did not help that we were positively starving. Long story short, we were able to book some tickets, albeit, not cheaply. No matter, we were stoked for Cusco.

We went to our favorite corner store and bought some pasta and vegetables for dinner. We invited our new Belgian friend, Wout, to joing us for some wine and pasta. Thanks to Marsky's intense psychological fear of getting sick, we ate the most sterile pasta ever and it was amazing! An Italian girl, named Floriana, arrived to the kitchen so we invited her to join as well. This led to the most fabulous evening ever, drinking wine and beer on the beach in Paracas, discussing gender roles, world politics, and racism. It was awesome to hear their perspectives on issues that are causing so much discord worldwide. I now have people to visit in Freiburg, Germany and in Antwerp, Belgium. 

So far I have found this trip to be (1) so educational and (2) so humbling. I am so lucky to be here with my bestie as we muddle our way through South America.

Besos,

EmBoss