Ica

After a couple of unremarkable days (except for an incredibly delicious and slightly drunken lunch hosted by Jeff´s parents' friends' friend, Alfredo), we took a bus south down the very, very dry coast of Peru. After spending time in the affluent neighbourhoods of Lima, on the way out of the city we were able to see the sprawling slums. Presumably this is where all the kids come from who perform acrobatics at busy intersections for loose change. (They weren´t right downtown though... Guess they're not allowed to interfere with all the important business folks.)

Though a kind teacher on our bus warned us about the neighbourhood we were planning on staying in ("prostitutes, watch out!"), we found our hostal quite snug... and incredibly noisy. Mostly due to the lovely three-wheel-converted-motorcycles called mototaxis pictured below (inside and out).

The average skin colour seems to drop down a few melanins outside of Lima, so we stood out a lot more in Ica than Lima. Especially Leah, whose fairness continues to thwart Jeff's attempt to pass himself off as a Spanish-descended Latinamericano.