Huanchaco! Huanchaco!

For all you anxious readers who were expecting some glorious pictures from the awesome mountain treks, we have some bad news...upon our first 24 hours in Huaraz (Dave's birthday to be exact), Dave was confined to bed with a fever and not the most pleasant intestinal situation. Thank god for Cipro. After three days of being bed ridden, we realized that glorious mountain treks were not in our future. In the first image you can see the beautiful Cordillera Blanca mountain range that taunted us every day from our hostel patio. After much disappointment and many trips to the bathroom, we decided to let go of Huaraz and head to the beach for some recuperation. Our lovely hostel family took great care of us until we embarked on the 9 hour overnight bus ride to Trujillo. From Trujillo we hopped on a rickety yet brightly painted "combi" (short bus) to Huanchaco, an old fishing village on the north coast of Peru. The name of the post is inspired by what the bus navigators yell at you from the street in effort to coax you onto the combi. So far, Huanchaco has been well worth the trip and we've eaten some ceviche, in defiance of the intestinal troubles. Stay tuned for more as we head back to Lima tomorrow to begin our journey through the Central Highlands of Peru (but not before we find a sports bar for the final four...sigh).