I had found myself earlier in the day and continually throughout the afternoon with the desire to hear pan-flute music, which is common throughout the southern highlands. At some point during the night, after finally falling into a feverish sleep, I awoke with the regret that I hadn’t purchased a pan flute as a memento of my trip.
The next day, on my nine hour trip from Trujillo on the northern coast to Lima for my final journey home, I reflected more on my impressions of Peru and came to the conclusion it is still too early to tell if it left an impression upon my soul.
After having dinner with my friend Yadilitta, while waiting for my flight to Miami, I thought about all the people I met, who crossed my path for a number of hours or days, and came to the conclusion that the people I had the opportunity to interact with most definitely left an impression upon my heart.
Yadilitta, with whom I had the great pleasure to share my passion for good food and who steered me along the pathways of traditional and nouveau Peruvian cuisine, as well as chauffeured me around Lima, became an instant friend and confidante. She emailed me suggestions of what foods I had to try as well as restaurants in every town I visited. She sent me recipes for some of the dishes we ate together and shared my excitement when I blogged about simple fare and gourmet meals.
Then there were Kam and Prince, two exuberant guys from the U.K. who were following the same route as I, as our paths crossed and re-crossed. Kam works in the stock market and Prince is in the Royal Air Force. They are cousins who came to Peru more or less on a whim. They were not as interested in the secrets of ancient cultures or the ways of the surviving culture so much as they were interested in connecting with other travelers to celebrate their travels and the shared culture of their youth and exuberance.
In Arequipa there was Jose, the elder, proprietor of my cheap and somewhat dumpy hostel, who was there 24/7 sleeping in his clothes on a couch in the small upstairs lobby room a few hours a night between 2am-6 or 7am. He always greeted me with a big smile and “Mr. Robert!” when he came to unlock the hall gate and let me in or out. Jose directed me to a good tour operator for my trip into Colca Canyon, let me store my bags at the hostel while on that 3 day trip, and had my same room ready for me when I returned. He was always curious about California and the USA, and although both of us only possessed a rudimentary grasp of the other’s language, we managed to have quite a few short conversations. Imagine my surprise when I awoke the last day of my stay to find that Jose had been replaced by a younger man who spoke much more English and turned out to be Jose Jr.! I should have guessed by his pleasant outgoing manner and lively smile and eyes.
Cathy, who worked the day shift at Hostel Tourista Recolada in Cusco, was a gentle soul who was pleasant to be around and seemed always to be in a mild state of wonderment. She graciously welcomed me, when I arrived at 7:30 am after my overnight bus trip from Arequipa, with a hot cup of coca tea and made me feel comfortable in one of the hostel lounges as a room was prepared for me. She enjoyed humming and sometimes outright boisterous singing as she went about her daily chores. Her smile always made me feel like “welcome home” and I looked forward to seeing her every morning as she calmly served breakfast in the small dining area to the guests as they began their day.
I met travelers from many parts of the globe but none more than from Australia. New Zeeland was second and I met more than I would have imagined from Holland as well as Brazilians, Venezuelans, and others from Singapore to Spain. On the second night at the bottom of Colca canyon I had hours of good conversations with Julio from Barcelona, Sasha from Holland, and Rachel from Kansas City. We were sitting at one of the picnic tables in the dining area under cover from the late afternoon rain storm. Although Julio and Rachel had both been traveling the first part of their journeys with a friend, all three were traveling on their own.
The last week of my trip was spent along the northern coast above Lima, an area which was not nearly as tourist friendly and where I only met one traveler who spoke English and could have a good conversation with. Needless to say, I felt a bit adrift and alone, but I still managed to have a pretty good time.
Looking back through my pictures, I see I have quite a few that did not make it into the blog yet may be missing parts of the story. I will just add them here with brief explanations and hope that will suffice.
I have quite a few pictures of food...... Here is some street food from Puno I did not stop to ask about.....perhaps skewered meat and potatoes cooked on a grill.
These were good, yucca fries with two dipping sauces.
I had many versions of this starter...Potatoes with a mild yellow chile sauce This was the best with an olive and hard boiled egg ~ Peruvian potato salad
The best breakfast I found...Eggs covered with a spicy tomato sauce, a salad of avocado, tomato, and cucumber, delicious wheat rolls, coffee, and a small pitcher of mango pineapple orange juice
a simple avocado, tomato and cucumber salad with citrus vinaigrette
This was good! Avocado stuffed with chicken salad and asparagus
Very common were papas rellenos - mashed potato stuffed with meat and other ingredients and fried...I tried three diferent versions
this was one of the best because of the good (ahi) yellow pepper sauce....with ground beef, onions, and hard boiled egg







