Sunday, June 21, 2009


Joanne and I went to Eten. My biggest reason for going was to eat more mariscos and pescado (seafood). Neither of us had been there before, so Joanne asked some drunk guy for a restaurant, and, consequently, the food wasn't great. But it sure was pretty.

Mi Parihuela: Pescado, Pulpo, y alguna mas

This is Puerto Eten; it's the beach where all the seafood comes from.

It was really windy.

Inca Dogs

Peruvians are really proud of their country, as they should be. But one of their points of national pride is a race of hairless dog that originates from the time of the Incas.

But, honestly, how could anyone be proud of this...?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


I was feeling really bad because I wasn't home to see Sophie when she was born, so it is really nice that Stephanie lets me hold her baby all the time.

Dallas, Alessa, and Stephanie (Alessa's mom) Alessa is adorable. She has thick black hair.

Dallas, Joanne, and Alessa
Joanne looking annoyed

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Take a close look at these little cuy quarters. Cuy is a traditional dish in peru, and the locals tout cuy as the healthiest of all meats, which I find funny because the only form of preparation is deep fried.

Nadia, Luisa, and I went looking for a good restaurant that served cuy. We tried a couple of restaurants before we ended up at El Huaralino, which turned out to be really fancy. I thought I was early to a wedding party; everything was white; there were fresh flowers on every table, and the service couldn't have been better.

Cuy, by the way, is guinea pig: and if you look really close, you can see its little toe nails

This is the Mercado Modelo where cuy are sold.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Monsefu and Wichu

All of my life, it has been my dream to run around in the jungle like an aborigany, swinging in the trees and playing with monkeys. But apparently, the jungle is dangerous. You can't run around without clothes or play with monkeys; therefore, what's the point of going?

Naturally, I was very disappointed, but Nadia's grandmother in Monsefu has a pet monkey, and because of this I have been looking forward to visiting her for a long time. What I didn't know was that her monkey is racist; he hated me. Everyone in that house, including those who were visiting for the first time, got close to the monkey, and he repeatedly jumped in their arms, everyone, of course, except me. Whenever I approached, the monkey would bark at me like a dog and run to anyone else for safety. The only chance I got to touch him is when he was latched on to a cat; otherwise, he would push my hands away.

I decided to try again another day because everyone had a theory as to why the monkey didn't like me. The second time I went, the monkey did get closer, but only so he could bite me. In all seriousness, afterwords, I was sad and disappointed. But then Nadia's mom took us to eat camerones sudados, and they were oh so delicious. I think they are up there with lomo saltado and pollo a la brasa in my list of favorites. This is a good example of how my date with me monkey went. The monkey is in Nadia's hands. I am trying to put my hands under Nadia's, hoping the monkey will grow accustomed to my hands, or that perhaps he simply won't notice whose hands are holding him; the monkey, however, is peering at me with fear in his eyes and pushing as hard as he can to get away.
The monkey looking for fleas in Nadia's hair

The monkey eating Nadia's hair

Nadia acting like the monkey

Sudados de Camerones: Los mas ricos mariscos en el mundo

Skipper should be very jealous.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

This is a trip we took to Monesfu where I was asked to drive, told to drive the wrong way down a one-way street, and then arrested because of it. Luckily I was with a car full of people who all spoke Spanish. All I had to do was stand in the police station and smile while everyone worked out the details.


I love raspadillas. They are snow cones, but the syrups are much better because they are made from real fruit. I sometimes find little ants in my raspadilla that somehow got into the syrup.
The vendors have hand-held metal devices that shave thin layers of ice off a big block.
This particular raspadilla stand has been here for years and is well known by everyone in Chiclayo. This man has been making raspadillas since he was a little boy; in fact, his mother, who is pictured here, sold raspadillas while she was pregnant with him. Cute!

Los sabores: coco, piƱa, fresca, tamarindo, lucuma, coco
Darrin and his raspadilla, 2 soles; but you have to return the mug

A bee Darrin found in his raspadilla

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A little break from Chiclayo

I was really getting cabin fever, stuck in a routine in Chiclayo. So, I went to stay with Oscar in Lima, and afterwards we went to a beach in Ecuador. Part of the front for going to see Oscar was that he had been sick, and I was going to help him get better. His being sick is actually a little funny; we went to a doctor the first day I arrived. Oscar had been sick for nearly four weeks with diarrhea and had lost about 16 pounds. The doctor asked if he had done any traveling, and he said yes, that he had traveled to the sierra, to Chachapoyas. The doctor asked a few more questions and announced definitively that he had contracted a stomach bacteria from his trip. The funny part is that I too was on that trip and ate exactly the same meals and swam in the same dirty water he did, and I didn't get sick. The Galvez family make comments about me never getting sick because, apparently, all the North Americans who come to South America get some stomach sickness. Oscar, the dad, said that it was a blessing from Heavenly Father because of all the prayers of my mother; and that's probably exactly what it is.

I got to go to the Temple in Lima and watch General Conference in English with all the gringos who live and work in Lima, mostly in the embassy. The Temple is very pretty, as all Temples are, except the one in Provo. The endowment rooms are very little, at least the one I was in. It could only hold 20 people, and there were 5 in my session.
The top of Oscar's apartment building where I washed my clothes

Oscar was nice enough to miss school a few times so we could do stuff. We went with his friends Pedro and Ara and their little boy Marcelo. We went to an old convent and a museum of the Spanish Inquisition. The Spanish Inquisition, directly translated from Spanish, is The Holy Inquisition. Unfortunately, our tours were all in Spanish, so I missed a lot.
The cathedral at the Plaza de Armas in Lima
Standing in front the Lima's main Cathedral in the Plaza de Armas
Jumping in front of Lima's main cathedral in the Plaza de Armas
Finishing a cart wheel in front of Lima's main cathedral in the Plaza de Armas

Outside an old monastery: Saint Something's monastery

In front of the monastery with pigeons

Inside the old monastery

Inside a courtyard inside the old monastery

In the catacombs of the old monastery

I have no idea who they buried in this convent, but there were tons and tons of bones in these catacombs. We walked down passages with piles of bones and skulls on the sides.

This is the greatest library I have ever seen. Note the giant books behind me and the spiral staircases. This is where they monks used to study. It was sort of breathtaking.

Dallas and little Marcelito: this little guy reminds me of Bennet. They are a month apart.

One of the smiling faces of Lima, Peru

Oscar at the Urinario: on the way from Lima to Ecuador
I had to cross the border to leave Peru, which proved to be a slightly expensive affair. When I left, I found out that my visa had expired a few weeks earlier and I had to pay a fine for every extra day. I have to admit I was a little upset; every travel book and web site I checked said that when you arrive in Peru you automatically receive a visa for 90 days. Well, when I arrived the sweet faced fellow only gave me 60 days, and this is the reason I unknowingly overstayed my welcome. The sweet gentleman had scribbled the number "60" on the little image he had stamped in my passport, but I really had no idea what that was; I thought, maybe, they were his initials. He didn't ask me how many days I wanted; he only yelled at me because I had filled out the form incorrectly.
Sitting at the bus station on the Ecuador side of the border. Take a closer look at these guys. The photo is worth blowing up, if you can: the details are a lot of fun.

We spent a day or two at Salinas, a really fancy beach in Ecuador. And listen to this, Ecuador uses US dollars. Crazy!
Oscar, Darrin, Dallas, Alonso
Our Hostal
Girls on the beach in Salinas, Ecuador.
After Marisela (the Galvez mother) saw this picture she said I needed to talk to the bishop. She's so funny.
Jumping on the beach in Ecuador
In the evening there was a concert. I think these Latin rock bands are so funny. They all play a few English songs, but they're these crappy rock songs from the 80's, and everyone knows the words better than I do.
Oscar and Dallas dancing at the concert

We left Salinas and traveled back to Peru, where I got an additional 180 days in my passport: all I had to do was ask for more. What a nice system. We traveled to Mancora, one of the most popular beaches in Peru. There were tons of dirty white hippies. And they all spoke Spanish better than I do. Oscar said that I shouldn't feel bad because they are always hooking up with the natives, so the get a lot of practice, and they've been here for years. There were no hippies in Salinas, only rich looking Ecuadorianos.

Our view from the hostal

Our room in the hostal

Little girl surfing
There were decent waves for surfing at Mancora, and there were little tiny kids surfing. I say this little girl no older than 14 ride a few waves with style. There was a ity bity little girl, about 5 or 6 years old who was learning to surf. This guy paddled her out to the waves on a big surf board and he would hold her hand as she stood up then he would stand up behind her and the two of them would surf the waves together. It was really cute. She was tiny.

Breakfast in Mancora: I had a shrimp omelet. It was so good.
My Captain's Platter with Inka Kola in the back ground

The lighthouse at Moncora, for Shilo

Dallas standing on the beach in Mancora

Dallas jumping on the beach in Mancora

Dallas and Oscar jumping at the same time on the beach in Mancora

One more jump
Mancora is beautiful, and because it's a beach, the sea food is very cheap. I had the best sea food in my life on the beach at Mancora. I had, what would be, in the States, a captain's platter. Fried fish (I don't know what kind), fried shrimp, scallops, octopus, calamari, etc., french fries, fried yucca with a lemon chopped onions and tomatoes smothered on top. I loved it. It was better even than New Orleans's sea food, and cheaper, only $5.

After my trip, I'm glad to be back in Chiclayo.

Sick little Oskitar