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XXXXXX – Road trip starring “le Chef, la Baronne, le Portugais, la Fille de la danseuse et la Belge”!

In Taquile (the last island I visited), I met Jean-Pierre (aka “Le Chef”), Mathilde (aka “La fille de la danseuse”), Bruno (aka “Le Portugais”) and Estelle (aka “La Baronne”). They were traveling by car around Peru, and they invited me to tag … Continue reading

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XXXXXIX- Lake Titicaca, the name alone is funny!!

Lake Titicaca, the name alone is funny!! At least for french-speaking people, it is. The exact origins of the naming “Titicaca” are still a mystery, but locals translated it as “Rock Puma”. They interpreted the shape of the lake, and thought it looked like a puma … Continue reading

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XXXXXVIII – A completely unexpected, eventful and educational bus ride from Arequipa to Puno.

Local buses… It can be challenging, confusing and sometimes scary. Bus schedule and fares information seem to be some kind of top national secret information, which makes it tricky for us, little foreigners, to figure it out. Most drivers strongly believe they are the next Schumacher (a … Continue reading

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XXXXXVII – Visiting the nun sisters and Petting Alpacas in Arequipa.

After Iquique, I went up North to Arica and from there, took a cab with a French couple to cross the Chilean-Peruvian border. After hours of traveling we finally arrived in Arequipa, the second most populous city in Peru! I kept confusing the name of the … Continue reading

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XXXXXVI – Putting my “judgment” about Chile on hold…

Honestly, I don’t think I can really give any fair assessment of the country. I have only been in the North, and didn’t spend enough time to be able to set my mind about Chile. Moreover, I met only a few Chileans … Continue reading

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XXXXXV – Going to sleep and waking up to the sound of the waves in Iquique.

If one pay carefully attention, one will hear far away sounds late at night or just before dawn. All kinds of sounds: cabs honking in the streets, water dropping in the shower, police sirens, neighbour snoring (loudly), trains going by, wood stairs cracking, … Continue reading

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XXXXXIV – San Pedro de Atacama, my first steps in one of the driest places on earth: a desert…

A desert…. when people talk about deserts, they always talk about an unbroken immensity, a desolate, flatness horizon, or a beautiful landscape of giant sand dunes… but they never talk about having teary eyes because of the winds of sands blowing in your face, … Continue reading

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