winding down to wind back up... siempre.

This is the part of the trip I knew was coming. YThe lasty leg. We have about 5 days left. We have survived heinous bus rides, roads that shouldn't exist, horrible venezuelan diets, long bus rides, longer kombi rides, super high altitudes, snakes, pirañas, alligators, painful sicknesses, torrential rains, long hikes, crazy bush women, wacky farmers, and the worst driving in the world and each other's company. A few more days of surfing/ getting slammed by waves, a couple more ceviche meals, and we will be bound to declare our lies to us customs. We have become very comfortable in the chaos and comfort of latin america, I hope we can integrate back into to the land of walmart, high-priced bell-peppers, and mormons.


THe last few weeks we have spent in Huanchaco peru, near trujillo. Beautiful beach town, relaxing without the constant blare of horns. Evidently this is one of the surf capitols of the world, so we have been taking the opportunity to learn. Many bruises, and uncountable gasps of air later, I feel fairly confident on my 747 plane wing.

The town has many locals that fish from what look like half-ass reed boats. I have yet t convince one to let me go with them. My fishing from shore has left the ocean populations quite strong. I have watched some funny shaped fish come in, but few have been attached to m line. i have much to learn.

We visited a market in trujillo literally the size of a small town. Amazing produce, fish, chicken heads and cheese. Bought about 25 pounds of groceries for a criminally cheap price and made the world's best veggie soup, with 7 types of potatoes. The food here has done a terrific job making up for our 3 month deficiency in venezuela.

I am struck by how kind the people here are compared to Venezuela. Perhaps that just means the culture is more similar to the us? Whatever the reason is, the people are very friendly.


I have yet to try guinea pig, believe me, that is coming. But I can cross chicken feet off. 4 of them. tastes like crunchy chicken skin. The people here seem to really enjoy them.

Brian has headed off for southern peru, tired of the thrashing of the waves. We all reconvene in Lima before we depart again. Tomorrow Talyn and I will go look at some ruins called temple of the moon and sun, and try to knock the fish population down some more.

Wherever you are, I hope things are well

Samuel and Talyn

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