We slept quite nice in the round bed (It is quite difficult to divide the bed in two and telling your girl/boy to stay on her/his half of the bed). We talked a bit to hostel boy (He was 6) and made the mistake to give him a caramel candy (A roodthooft, free advertising). He liked them too much and was soon begging for a second one. When we were making our backpacks, he kept on bugging us and directly asking who had to the candies and who was going to give him his next one.
We had breakfast in a local restaurant and had the most amazing milkshake (the food was less) and headed out back to the hostel to put our bags in storage (Can you spell kitchen, we were probably the first people to ever ask it) and the moment, I opened my cover to store some stuff, the boy was there to inspect it for candy (Persistent little bugger) and we headed out to visit downtown : some cathedral and the always present Plaza De Armas. We chilled a bit at the fountain, eating our street-bought snacks and made some pictures (Pictures increase fast, when using 2 cameras). While sitting there was a rather dodgy looking girl looking at us and circling our neighbourhood (as a condor waiting for something to drop out the daypacks). The moment, I opened my daypack, she squeezed herself between me and the next guy, so we closed the daypacks and immediately headed out.
After a quick lunch, we took a tuktuks (Yes, they do have tuktuks and most probably manufactured in South America with asbestosis plates) to the oasis. We arrived way too early and after chilling out a bit at the lake, we headed up to take some pictures (Sand climbing is a whole new ball game) and sat there a bit. Waiting for the sunset, we lingered around the oasis for the remainder of the afternoon (having some drinks, reading, taking pictures) and around 5, we headed up again on a nearby sand dune (Please call them sand mountains, they are huge) and waited for the sunset. Not nearly as impressed as we should be, we headed down again and took a taxi back to Ica. One of the taxi drivers offered us a ride for 5, I went for 4 and an other taxi driver snagged us away for 4. The original one wasn't pleased at all and offered us a cab for 3 (That's haggling for you).
We had dinner in Ica (Some kebab ... biggest ever seen) and than headed to the hostel for our bags. When using the bathroom, our little blackmailer (the boy) was there again and asked us 3 caramelas for using the bathroom and was very persistent about it (I had to tell him 4 times to wait) and then heading out to the bus terminal. You cant believe the things we say at the bus terminal : some guy wanted to ship some huge wooden "closet", persumably a puppet house and he was finishing it at the bus terminal, guys selling inflated animals and guys selling tv antennas (Quite dangerous : a guy with antennas and a guy with inflatable animals circling the same spot). The bus was a bit late, so one of the boy working their came to give us our receipts for our backpacks and he managed to identify the correct ones as ours (He already had sticked the doubles on the backpacks, somebody is clearly watching us) and 10 minutes later, even loaded our bags in the bus (What a service, the others had to do it themselves).
We got food on the bus (Same bus company, but different steward) and they were so friendly. (to the extreme). But I must say all Peruvians we met until now, are very social and friendly, most of the times playing pleasantries). Not caring for the millionth rerun of Mission Impossible, we went to sleep.
We had breakfast in a local restaurant and had the most amazing milkshake (the food was less) and headed out back to the hostel to put our bags in storage (Can you spell kitchen, we were probably the first people to ever ask it) and the moment, I opened my cover to store some stuff, the boy was there to inspect it for candy (Persistent little bugger) and we headed out to visit downtown : some cathedral and the always present Plaza De Armas. We chilled a bit at the fountain, eating our street-bought snacks and made some pictures (Pictures increase fast, when using 2 cameras). While sitting there was a rather dodgy looking girl looking at us and circling our neighbourhood (as a condor waiting for something to drop out the daypacks). The moment, I opened my daypack, she squeezed herself between me and the next guy, so we closed the daypacks and immediately headed out.
After a quick lunch, we took a tuktuks (Yes, they do have tuktuks and most probably manufactured in South America with asbestosis plates) to the oasis. We arrived way too early and after chilling out a bit at the lake, we headed up to take some pictures (Sand climbing is a whole new ball game) and sat there a bit. Waiting for the sunset, we lingered around the oasis for the remainder of the afternoon (having some drinks, reading, taking pictures) and around 5, we headed up again on a nearby sand dune (Please call them sand mountains, they are huge) and waited for the sunset. Not nearly as impressed as we should be, we headed down again and took a taxi back to Ica. One of the taxi drivers offered us a ride for 5, I went for 4 and an other taxi driver snagged us away for 4. The original one wasn't pleased at all and offered us a cab for 3 (That's haggling for you).
We had dinner in Ica (Some kebab ... biggest ever seen) and than headed to the hostel for our bags. When using the bathroom, our little blackmailer (the boy) was there again and asked us 3 caramelas for using the bathroom and was very persistent about it (I had to tell him 4 times to wait) and then heading out to the bus terminal. You cant believe the things we say at the bus terminal : some guy wanted to ship some huge wooden "closet", persumably a puppet house and he was finishing it at the bus terminal, guys selling inflated animals and guys selling tv antennas (Quite dangerous : a guy with antennas and a guy with inflatable animals circling the same spot). The bus was a bit late, so one of the boy working their came to give us our receipts for our backpacks and he managed to identify the correct ones as ours (He already had sticked the doubles on the backpacks, somebody is clearly watching us) and 10 minutes later, even loaded our bags in the bus (What a service, the others had to do it themselves).
We got food on the bus (Same bus company, but different steward) and they were so friendly. (to the extreme). But I must say all Peruvians we met until now, are very social and friendly, most of the times playing pleasantries). Not caring for the millionth rerun of Mission Impossible, we went to sleep.
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