From Piura I rode south and entered the desert.
There were miles and miles where it was just flat.
And there were a few areas with low lying brush.
The next town that I stopped in was the mid sized town of Chiclayo.
As I was pulling up to a hotel, another adventure motorcyclist named Kevin pulled up on his KLR650. We ended up getting a bite to eat and hanging out a bit.
I visited the Museo Tumbas Reales de Sipan. They would not allow me to take a camera inside so I don't have any photos to show you. However the museum had a nice display about the excavation of tombs of the Lord of Sipan.
I wanted to check out the local market where I had heard they had a little bit of everything.
From shoes...
To toys...
To birds...
To this...El Mercado de Brujos (Witch's Market).
It is a supply center for shamans. I struck up a conversation with one of the vendors who said that he was a shaman.
The stalls had all kinds of herbs, potions and instruments...
Potions...
Powders and stones...
Shells...
Eggs...
Animal pelts...
Voodoo dolls...
And other tools of the trade.
I actually got a little creeped out by this stuff. I don't believe that this shaman stuff has any real power over me. But, I was definitely saying my own prayers of protection. After seeing what I wanted to see I took off.
There were miles and miles where it was just flat.
And there were a few areas with low lying brush.
The next town that I stopped in was the mid sized town of Chiclayo.
As I was pulling up to a hotel, another adventure motorcyclist named Kevin pulled up on his KLR650. We ended up getting a bite to eat and hanging out a bit.
I visited the Museo Tumbas Reales de Sipan. They would not allow me to take a camera inside so I don't have any photos to show you. However the museum had a nice display about the excavation of tombs of the Lord of Sipan.
I wanted to check out the local market where I had heard they had a little bit of everything.
From shoes...
To toys...
To birds...
To this...El Mercado de Brujos (Witch's Market).
It is a supply center for shamans. I struck up a conversation with one of the vendors who said that he was a shaman.
The stalls had all kinds of herbs, potions and instruments...
Potions...
Powders and stones...
Shells...
Eggs...
Animal pelts...
Voodoo dolls...
And other tools of the trade.
I actually got a little creeped out by this stuff. I don't believe that this shaman stuff has any real power over me. But, I was definitely saying my own prayers of protection. After seeing what I wanted to see I took off.
Our Father, who art in heaven.....
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