The good thing about visiting South America in the summer is that there are often clouds that protect you from the sun, especially if you shaved your head before coming to South America and now look like if Tobey Macguire got leukemia. In order to get from Guayaquil, Ecuador to Lima, Peru, I first had to stop in Sullana in Northern Peru for about half a day. On the way there, the border crossing went smoothly as the Ecuadorian check-out and the Peruvian check-in people were seated at the same desk in the same building, and didn’t ask for any departure taxes or fees. On the bus, I met a Swiss technical medicine student and a Kiwi who just had to hop the border because he accidentally would have overstayed his visa in Ecuador if he did not hop the border for a day.
I got no sleep on the bus, but was able to reach a state of prolonged, restful, semi-consciousness so I did not crash the next day. It is not as if that mattered, however, as I had from the time my bus pulled into Sullana, Peru at 9:30 am, to the time my bus out was to leave at 5:30 pm, to do absolutely nothing. Before the sun rose high enough to burn me, I mapped out the nearest park, a traffic circle with benches and a few shady trees, and made my way toward it. There, I sat for three hours reading and chatting with evangelicals in broken Spanish. When I grew tired of that, I mapped out another park with shady trees, walked there, and stretched out to take a nap, only opening my eyes when the piragua vendor walked by blasting his bike horn. When I awoke, I finished reading Slaughterhouse Five and began walking back to the bus station where I passed approximately 3 cevicherias per block. I did not come across any exchanges and I still had several pounds of pretzels, fig bars, and beef jerky in my bag from home, so I decided to have ceviche when I arrived in Lima the next day and focus on eating some of the vittles from my burden rather than dive into another full seafood feast, especially this far from any source of fresh seafood.
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.