PACASMAYO, PERU; August `09

Fishing ...

The market ...

Hmmm ... cebiche (raw marinated seafood)

Hola, Pedro!

Rum and fresh lime, yes please! Interesting chess game thereafter ...

Our pad! Sweet!

August `09

PACASMAYO, PERU

After two months at uncomfortably high altitude levels in the northern Andeas, I was only too happy to be back down at sea level on the west coast of the continent. Pacasmayo was the first stop! The first swim was AWESOME! Nick and I arrived in the samll fishing village after a nine hour overnight bus followed by another two hour trip. Something funky happened on our first night and, unfortunately, he was man-down for a few days. It was great, though, having time to catch up on some writing and chilling. This area of coastline has good swell and is visited by many a surfer in and out of season.

LA PAZ, BOLIVIA; July´09

La Paz, Bolivia's capital city. The remote, land-locked country only has this metropolis so enjoy the few scenes of this high-altitude concrete jungle.

The museum above featured traditional musical instruments from Bolivia, as well as internationally, throughout history.

Tall, wide load coming through!

Typical shop at one of the many markets.

Anything goes at the markets, from fresh produce (above) to cute-bottomed mannequins (below).

Han (below) gets her shoes polished by one of the pesty, masked shoe-shine boys. They make you feel very self conscience about the state of your shoes. A few even tried to get me to have my slops polished!

Above: Typically short and stout, Bolivian kids take after their parents!
Below: It´s not only an African thing ...

Below: And there are even massive boers (Rash´s pet crocodile, for those who were lucky enough to have met him before he disappeared) in Bolivia!

Below: Most of the residential areas of La Paz are situated on the hills flanking the city bowl. Tough walk home for most locals, especially at such a high altitude.

Above: Han helps out a zebra with advertising the zebra-crossings on the busy streets.

There´s no excuse to go hungry with all the markets and street food-stalls around. Just that you don´t know what you are eating half the time ... always a surprise!