We've been heading down the coast of Peru, spending a lot of time on the beach and at police check points. We took a break from selling ice cream for a day of relaxation and surfing. David got up on his second try because even though he's a string bean, he has freakish upper body strength. A french caravan was spotted on the way to Huanchaco and they caught up with us again in Nazca. Some of them have been traveling for two years. Just think about it, they must have shipped the camper from France! We're approaching our one month mark and with one attempted robbery and no significant car problems we consider ourselves pretty lucky. We also get to watch romantic sunsets on the beach while drinking Cusquena de trigo (pretty good) or Quara poolside (it tastes like flowers.)
On a side note, we're writing this blog from our hammocks at the Swiss hotel outside Nazca, where we are camping. The flashpacker inside of us can't resist the free wi-fi.
We were in a town called Pisco, where presumably one could enjoy a Pisco sour, an alcoholic beverage made out of Pisco (similiar to Grappa), limes and egg whites. But we were hard up to encounter this delectibly tart indulgence. Instead we found raspadillas, like a snow cone but better because they pour juice over it, so instead of sucking out all the flavor you slurp up the sugary goodness along with maracuya juice. When we got into Ica we found a random Pisco store that sold cute little jars of Pisco and wine, which we took shots of while gushing over our future travels in Bolivia.
We've been selling to a diverse clientele, including a man on stilts (we actually did an exchange for some terrible candy bar that he was also selling for a sol), a customer all the way from Japan (we first spotted them taking pictures in the middle of the highway by a lookout tower for the Nazca lines and later buying inferior ice cream until finally they bought a cone from us. David, the master coner can do up to six cones at a time. Michelle can do half that and Lebo is the most expert change maker in the history of Peru, she has her own sorting system.
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