Left the hostal in Arequipa.4 soles for cab to bus. half hour late but who cares, we're glad to be headed to Tacna. The desert landscape was nothing to look at. The entire 8 hours was nothing but pure sand with rolling hills,no green things for hours on end. You could close the curtain,fall asleep,get up 8 hours later and wouldn't miss a thing. The only excitement was the National guard boarding the bus twice and stopping it once........oh ya ,on board they come with guns in holster telling everybody to get off. Of course me and angie are a little confused with everything spoken in Spanish but we follow the line of passengers de-busing and herded straight to an x-ray machine where every bag was scanned. Okay not too bad....back on the road again only to be stopped again. This time it was a document check! Everyone handed over their ID's and were cross referenced with a list of wanted criminals I guess. When all the names were cleared we were free to go. This is when you feel lucky to be Canadian. Free to travel anywhere in the country without being questioned. The last time me and angie travelled across Canada the only people asking us where we were going was our two kids sitting in the back seat of the car!
