Ugh, So last night we boarded our 10pm sleeper bus in Cuenca intending to arrive in Chiclayo Peru at 9am the next morning. We were about 3 hours in and 10km from the border when our bus ‘broke down’. After waiting for an hour on the hot stuffy bus at 1.30am the driver flagged another bus and told us to get aboard.
We were crammed into the isle of this already full bus with the other passengers who were unlucky enough to be aboard our ill fated vehicle. Some passengers managed to make just enough room to sit down in the isle, including Vivo, but I was left standing until we arrived at the next stop in Mancora 4.5 hours later.
Luckily where I had been standing was directly beside a couple who disembarked in Mancora and we were able to finally get a seat and catch a few hours sleep at 5.45am. I woke while passing through this barren peruvian desert and couldn’t help but laugh at the stark contrast to yesterdays highland trip. We finally arrived into Chiclayo at about 11.30am, 2.5 hours later than scheduled.
The only thing that kept me awake and from falling into the isle or on the seated passengers sleeping all around me was 4 Rage Against The Machine albums and reminiscing about the good old days of Crawford Street and Wimble Street, Baked potato soap, Doyle’s closet, apple puppies, the mouse and the oven, Dave and the Jeandominator accident, Leo’s and the cake, Bone, Joey, Gnocchi Cabonara, being attacked Philip Island plovers and other memories specific to mostly the Quarry Rats.
