Today is our last full day in Arequipa. Friday morning Layne sees the surgeon and then we drive for Tacna with a rough idea to cross the border into Chile this weekend.
I’ve run out of things to say about our six week stay in this campground but Layne’s leg wound seems to be improving and we have an appointment Tuesday with a doctor in the Chilean city of Iquique.
We have bought medicines are getting GANNET2 ready for the road. I am excited to get driving.
The clean dumpster outside our campground.
And twenty four hours later. We humans do generate trash.
These tiny Daihatsu cabs are everywhere bulging with Peruvians when they aren’t broken down.
The cardiologist writing up notes about Layne and her heart after the operation. They are very thorough.
Check out the random u turn with oncoming traffic. This is how taxis turn to drop us off at the campground. Fun driving.
Europeans do laundry by hand. We decadent Americans find laundromats. These guys were Swiss and stayed two days and preferred to keep to themselves so I have no stories.
By the way if ever you are in Peru and need to cross a busy street snuggle up to a parent with a baby carriage. Traffic even here stops for babies.
No idea what this is:
“Fujimori No More.” Peru had three days of national mourning while I was in Florida to mark the death of the dictator who fled to exile in Japan when he was charged with corruption. Not a man I’d want to honor.
