Piura, It's Been Real But I Gotta Go

Sitting at a rotary for 2 hours drinking beer. I decided to observe the cars and see what they had down here. This beast here is by far the most common and easily the sexiest: the Daewoo Tico.

I got up early and took a motorcycle cab to the bus station to see how and when I can get to Huaraz. Unfortunately they only had a 3 PM and a 10 PM service and it went to Chimbote. Given that the 3:00 service would put me in Chimbote at 1 AM, I vouched for the later one in hopes of getting there at 7 and grabbing a bus to Huaraz. So today went kinda like this: Eat breakfast then sit on a bench for a couple hours. Eat lunch then sit on a different bench for a couple of hours. Find some beer and sit on a 3rd bench for a couple hours. Dinner then bench. Snack then bench. 3 more hours and I'm out of this city! Don't get me wrong, I've talked to a few people and everyone is very nice. I've even found a couple of vegetarian restaurants which is a huge bonus in a country that loves nothing but meat and carbs. But I suppose there's a reason people refer to the "Gringo trail" and a reason why Piura isn't on that trail. I need stuff to do! Over and out.

Update: I was standing under an awning waiting out the rain and the owner of the vegetarian restaurant at which I ate dinner came over and asked me to sit inside and stay dry and use the wifi if I wanted. Incredibly nice man and I wish there were more people like him in this world. I also wish I spoke better spanish to actually be able to converse with him.