Slept like a rock after all the travel yesterday, and found the shower to be nice and steaming hot this morning; the opposite of last night. I was hoping that today would see the manager that I booked the room with and some easier translation for what I was looking for. Apparently Romina is in Lima for an undisclosed amount of time, so I’m attempting, very badly, to use the phrase book I have with me. The day manager eventually lost his frustration and we worked out a way to use Google translate, to get some messages across.
One of the things I’ve found out since arriving in Lambayeque is that people don’t seem to want to do hand gestures or drawings – I don’t expect them to understand English but some patience would be helpful. Eventually I got to use the reception computer and locate a map of Lambayeque for navigation. I hadn’t done this before because firstly, the tour book and website says that the hotel is a couple of blocks away from the Sipan Museum (my only choice for visiting) and I didn’t intend to do much while here, apart from relax by the pool for a couple of days respite from the inca Trail and jungle. Yet another thing to remember is to print a map if none are available in handbooks, as it’s likely needed. Hilarity ensued for myself next, as the only printer was an old dot matrix, so the Google map ended up being a rough shaded area of black dots. I was able to fill in enough lines and street names to get around and also took a picture of the map for the laptop (they don’t have a USB input, only a floppy drive). I feel like McGuyver of the computer world.
Lambayeque used to be the main town here but now is considered an annexe of Chiclayo. It’s very small and you can hit the ‘downtown’ border, walking ten minutes in any direction. Needless to say, it didn’t take too long to locate the Sipan museum and also the Banco de Credito. After working out what will be worth photographing tomorrow, it was time to grab some food. Ended up in a ‘tourist cafe’ as the food for the locals looked like it would play havoc with the digestive system. Watching meat cut up on a stand in the street with a cloud of flies, doesn’t make the option of something local, all that enticing.
After failing to work out what was in each dish, it was settled on the only item that had the translation ‘fried’ in it – this would at least ensure it was cooked. What was dropped off at the table, was pan fried fish with potato root and a spicy marinara sauce, with calamari, shrimp and baby squid tossed in. It was one of the most delicious items of food I’ve had in Peru and equally as perfectly cooked, as the fish on Taquile Island.
About to take a short nap and enjoy the warm air. Before dinner, I need to figure out transit from here to Trujillo and then to Lima, while there’s at least some kind of internet access. Of course that means having to spend thirty minutes translating again, that I need net access to the reception.