During the early hours of the morning, I woke up to see Trevor standing at the window, which was open wide. I asked him what he was doing. His reply was that the room was full of fumes, the type given off by an oil-burning boiler. Trevor is a mechanical fitter, so this is something…
After an excellent night’s sleep in Nazca, we were woken once again at the unearthly hour of 5.30am, to be packed up and on the bus for the longest leg of our journey en route to Arequipa, Peru’s second city. We breakfasted well from the buffet selection of cereals, breads, fresh fruit, meats and cheeses,…
