Today we got up at 5 am to grab a bus from Lima to Paracas, a small beach town a few hours south. We drove on the Pan-American highway, the road that connects the southern tip of South America with Alaska and, unlike the last time I was on this road, I didn’t almost die (long story).
the only option, so there are lots of food stands, gas stations and car repair shops along the way. Not that one would choose to eat the food or get a car repaired there, but sometimes you have no choice. It’s either that or the Great Inca Road, which having been around since the 15th century seems to have stood the test of time slightly better than the Pan-American highway but would be a little rough on a Toyota suspension.
We stopped at a restored plantation out in the middle of nowhere, where in the 17 and 1800’s a family got extremely wealthy producing sugar. Just kidding, the family only sold the sugar; slaves produced the sugar.
The tour guide, perhaps in an effort not to offend anyone, talked about the whole slave thing with the same passion one might use ordering an ice cream sandwich. Like “the family used African slaves because the Aztec slaves got sick,” leaving out the part about how the conquering Spaniards introduced diseases here that completely wiped out the native population. I have many more examples, but why focus on that when I can focus on
. . . more ceviche.
Tomorrow we get to sleep in until 6, at which point we jump on a boat and go see some sea lions.






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