Honeymoons

The third visit to Lima was somehow different: Lima was nice, it was beautiful even.
We got a nice hostel place, Mart won at a poker tournament and filled up the travel budget (with 35 Peruvian New Soles, check out www.xe.com for an interpretation )
We saw pedestrians interested in art, beautiful sunsets with surfers down on the beach and paragliders sailing down the coastal cliffs.
But we had to go, we're drawn North by Colombia (Cris got her visa, yeah!!!) and went to Trujillo's archaeological sites for a day - and here you see the last picture our camera ever took.
With the fishnet surroundings that will be washed away with the next rain. And the tshirt Cris "borrowed" from her sister.
I am mean, we all know that. But not a borrower >D

The temple and the egg shaped buildings called trulys...

The nice thing about the days with the hare krishnas: we met really nice travellers and went for yoga every morning at 7 - at the pacific beach.

PS: The guy in the red t-shirt is not Mart, but another traveller looking exactly the same.
PPS: At least the guy looking like Mart tried to do the headstand and didn't run away >D>D>D

The red beetle doesn't have a story except that we liked it... it was still on our mind when we got on the night bus to Lima to finally meet the consul. Probably exhausted from holidays, he came in about xx hours late (no exact time, cause Mart had left his Dali watch in the Italian museum ) Is it insulting if we mention the consul also needed assistance reading and writing? But it's true!

We had to wait some more days for the visa, but wanted to do so somewhere nice. We went to a Hare Krishna community at the beach about 60 k north of Lima but first had to pass the pero melancolico (melancholic dog) in the bus station to find the joy of volunteering for just 10 dollars plus food per day sleeping on hard floor.

On the beach we met one of the guys from Islas Ballestas (the shit islands...) again. Fishermen kill them sea lions because they bite through the nets to get fish.

Not convinced by Santa Catalina's beauty? Now?
<3 The scales are for you, dad <3

Arequipa, the white town, didn't stun us - until we found the monastery of Santa Catalina.
Look and judge yourself - we were amazed.
Cris was even more in awe when she played harp for the first time...

Every honeymoon blog needs some cheesy sunset pics >D
We hope you enjoy, because our camera entered self-destruction mode that day... though Mart ate much more sand than the camera. >D >D >D

Cris was delighted to find out that sand can be boarded on the belly, too - the nicest option, actually >D

Don't expect snowboard with good bindings, but boards with loose straps.

The same day we hurried to Huacachina to do some sandboarding.
Cris was exhausted from plane and bus, but was still in for the sandbuggy drive. Nice scenery!

But it was nice, there were really many birds. After debarking Cris said goodbye to her friends the pelicans and we went to the national park Paracas. It's a desert - most of Peru's coast is, because the ocean is cold (Humboldt current from Antarctica).
In the evening we went to Nazca, where Cris would take a little Cessna plane for a swift flight over the mysterious lines before they'd get washed away by the rain. (At least we're not the only ones suffering from the weather, ha >D )
The airport was named after an archaelogist from Dresden who investigated on the lines for years, Maria Reiche; I talked to a shaman waiting for Cris; she got back fine and with empty stomach >D