Vendo Npr año 2005 sin MOTOR único dueño - Tamaca (Lara, venezuela) - Chevrolet (Motor) [Anuto]





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Vendo Npr año 2005 sin MOTOR único dueño - Tamaca (Lara, venezuela) - Chevrolet (Motor) [Anuto]
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Southern Peru
The next day, we flew back to Lima with Dad, where we met our German friend Nils to spend a few hours in the Barranco area before both he and dad flew out. I was on a quest for Pisco Sours (Nils had never had one) and Ceviche (which had evaded both Nils and Dad during their Peruvian stay). On a Sunday night, this wasn't the easiest task but we eventually found a place which did both a fantastic Ceviche and Pisco Sour. Result! Fortunately, they both enjoyed them (dad was already quickly a convert of Pisco Sours when we first arrived in Peru). The next day, back on our bus line of choice, Cruz Del Sur, we headed for Ica about 5 hours south of Lima. We were staying in a desert oasis resort called Huacachina (about 10 mins outside of Ica), which was once the holiday destination of choice for well-to-do Peruvians. With a slightly faded beauty it was nonetheless impressive and unique as it rose up out of an otherwise desert landscape and huge, huge sand dunes. Our hotel, Hotel Huacachina, was literally backed into a sand dune! We headed towards said sand dunes for sunset, to enjoy a few drinks as the light sank. The next day, we tried dune-bashing and sand boarding with one of the many companies in town offering thrill-seekers a 2 hr experience. Our driver sped along the flats to build up speed, before hurtling up and down the dunes at a rate of knots. Hugo loved it; I was petrified. We then stopped on a precipice to try our hand with dog-eared boards which had seen better days, but did the trick. It's basically like surfing or skiing down a slope. Quite good, but I think I'll stick with real skiing. Ica as a town was not much to behold, however the nearby winery was actually a surprise, and we whiled away a few enjoyable hours sipping wine in the shade along with a cheese plate (not nearly as good as European cheese, but it went down pretty well). The winery, Tamaca, is apparently the oldest in South America, and makes a decent drop. It was a welcome change to have wine over beer for once! We took this route towards Bolivia through southern Peru as Hugo was keen to see the Nasca lines, a phenomenon of sand-carved shapes made by the Nascas over 1000 years ago. Nasca itself is a tiny town but had an upbeat, happy vibe. We stayed in a basic B&B owned by a lovely Peruvian elderly couple who defined the meaning of hospitality (when we first arrived at the bus station in Nasca, Juan was waiting for us with a sign - a complete surprise as we hadn't arranged it. He had asked the bus station to look up our names so he could ensure we arrived safely at the B&B. So nice!). Having done some research on the Nasca flights I was unnerved to read the number of fatalities and crashes over the yeas due to lax safety. These have diminished very recently as regulations were tightened and newer aircraft brought in but I was still unconvinced. Hugo was happy to take the risk and enjoyed the 30 min flight over the lines. Our next stop, Arequipa - Peru's second largest city, was a pleasant surprise to us. It is situated about 12 hours inland from Nasca (we took an overnight bus). It had the charm of Cusco (including picturesque surrounding mountainscapes) with the modernity of Lima, without the choking traffic. Not to mention the breathtaking Sunsets and reasonable prices. We spent a very enjoyable 24 hours in Arequipa, before heading towards Puno, Lake Titicaca - our final stop before crossing the border into Bolivia. Dusty old Puno didn't have much charm, save one touristic street dotted with amiable restaurants. We found a great little restaurant owned by two French friends from Lyon, La table del Inca, which opened only a few months prior. Dishes were Peruvian-inspired with a French twist. Washed down with an Ican wine, it was a delicious find!