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We left Lima early in the morning without any regret and found ourselves on a suprisingly luxurious bus. Not only did we have reclining seats more suited to first class in a plane, we also had waiter service of breakfast and drinks to our seats. I actually found myself to be slightly disappointed when it was time to get off.
We were told that Ica was an enclave of eternal sunshine but when we arrived it was as overcast as Lima had been. Our hostel is a little dodgy, the mains electricity runs into the showerhead which itself needs to be plugged together before you can use it. At least there was hot water but I was not pleased to get a mild electric shock when the whole contraption fell apart and I had to put it back together.
Needless to say we did not spend long there and when we left the sun had come out, making the whole town look more attractive. After getting slightly lost we found the main square and through a sequence of random events ended up on a tour of the town in spanish with an American teenager kindly translating for us. This included visiting a winery with lots of wine and the famous spirit of the region to try (imagine a cross between vodka and paint stripper) and a hut where they still practice black magic. By far the best part though was the buggy ride across the sand dunes. It was like a rollercoaster but with an added element of danger as our guide put his foot down, sending us over what looked like sher drops. We then upped the excitement factor by sandboarding. None of us in our group attempted it standing up which requires more skill and comes with far more chance of falling over. It was brilliant fun although I still have sand in places it should not be. We then watched the sun set over the desert before heading back across the dunes in the dark.
Day two- our best day so far.
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