South America | Peru | Southern Peru | Arequipa – Night buses are not for me
After a night of waking up every 30 mins in a dazed panic after the driver took a bend too fast or ignored the fact that the bumpy road was designed for a speed less than his choice I decided that this would be my first and last night bus in Peru. Im not the best traveller by road, having spent too long driving myself, I find it hard to trust other drivers. It is funny in hindsight, almost like a dream, on waking to find myself surrounded by Peruvians looking like they were having the sleep of their lives, with me there convinced the driver has drugged them all and is having the drive of his life (and last). 5 minutes later I realised my sleep driven paranoia and settled down until the next bit of rough road.
We approached Arequipa at dawn, what a most beautiful site, to see the sun rise over a volcano shaped so perfectly (like a child’s stereotypical interpretation) and a cluster of snow capped mountains. Almost rivals my arrival to Lima. Booked in a pleasent hostel (never knew the name!) and after a jaunt round Arequipa, including a ‘sell-out’ Pizzahut lunch, I took siesta (dreaming of being thrown off a cliff, possibly an effect of the elevation or the bus journey).
In the evening, a non ‘sell-out’ meal of what seems to the Peruvian national dish diet, Pollo y Papas Fritas (chicken and chips), followed by a pint (well.. bottle) down my new local. This quick pint turned into a jaunt to the adjacent night club (Deja Vu) and some lessons in Salsa and Merengue (spelling?) dancing …….. I shall not continue.