Exploring Trujillo and Huanchaco – In Pictures
I’ve landed in the beachside town of Huanchaco to relax for a bit as I near the end of my international explorations. However that doesn’t mean there wasn’t a lot to see. There were ruins as always in north Peru and plenty of beach shenanigans.
The vendors in town mostly wore white vests I assume given by the city to specify their official status. Except these guys, they wore some rump shakers every day.
The caballitos de totora are fishers who use the reed boats (totoras) to catch delicious crabs. I paid 2 bucks for a ride and was expecting to surf a wave. I was sorely disappointed. Thor Heyerdahl I am not
The beach was beautiful if rather cold (which brings the delicious fish!) For some reason they charged 50 cents to go on the pier. Decidedly, only Peruvians went on it.
The pelicans might be caballitos (little knights) as well, hanging out patiently waiting for fishermen to share.
Huanchaco is a surf town. I’d like to learn more, but I don’t think another one off lesson will help. First, swim lessons, than really learning to surf!
I visited the beautiful Huaca de Sol y Luna, two temples with a town they’re excavating in between. They suspect the Moche culture fell from El Nino. Here I just thought that was a little extra rain.
That’s the town currently being excavated as I stand on the Huaca Luna. It’s the only open part. They don’t even have the money to excavate Huaca Sol yet.
The famous hairless dog of Peru hang out where you want for your free English tour guide around the site. Hooray for beer sponsored ruins.
The female looks a little warthoggy to me. They are kept around terminal patients as they have really high body temperatures.
Each family had to tithe blocks and the more the better. They marked the blocks with their family emblem to be counted. I like happy face family.
The front of huaca sol y luna Huaca Sol y Luna is five temples, each built on top of the other at the end of each of their eras. The top layer of mud bricks has been destroyed by rain but the front was ironically saved when conquistador robbers pilled rubble from the graves over the front.
In stark contrast to the drag ladies of earlier, I was around for two virgin festivals. They sure love their virgins and baby Jesuses here. Like many festivals I’ve been to abroad, this involved the band in black face as “negritos” for reasons my hostel family couldn’t explain to me.
Ok, I giggle at Californian beach signs that say beware of groins. This one straight up says no defecating. Amazing.
Last, I leave you with the beautiful sunset I gazed at every day. What a stunning and relaxing place.