25 - 27 March
Huachachina, Peru
It was here at Casa Arena that we bumped into Aussie Scott, our ex-roomie from Cusco, loking very pale and wilted after picking up a nasty bug from an Amazonian boat in Pullcapa. We spent the day at the pool catching up with Scott and enjoying the warmth and sunshine again.
As Ica is the wine capital of Peru, we signed up for a wine tour that evening. During dinner we had been discussing our lack of encounters with the notorious and disliked Israeli travellers. Ironically we found ourselves on the wine tour with a mob of them. The only highlight if the wine tour was stomping barefoot on grapes, something we`ve both always wanted to do. The wine tasting itself was somewhat unconventional. We were given plastic shot glasses which were filled with rancid wine and then ordered to down them - none of the classy smell, note the clarity, savour the taste on your palate way we are used to! After tossing most of it onto the floor when no-one was 
looking (Scott managed to get both of our feet at various times) we were taken outside and given a huge jug of more rancid wine, and at various intervals were forced into group shots. It was clear the aim of the night was to get us pissed - so we`d forget how shit the tour actually was! The rowdy Israelis lived up to their reputuation.
The next day after a morning at the pool we went for lunch and had some disagreeable cake which left us feeling very unwell and flattened in bed for the rest of the afternoon. Scott saved the 4 o clock photo and had a photo of himself on the sandboarding/buggying trip which we postponed and did the following day.
Huachachina, Peru
It was here at Casa Arena that we bumped into Aussie Scott, our ex-roomie from Cusco, loking very pale and wilted after picking up a nasty bug from an Amazonian boat in Pullcapa. We spent the day at the pool catching up with Scott and enjoying the warmth and sunshine again.
As Ica is the wine capital of Peru, we signed up for a wine tour that evening. During dinner we had been discussing our lack of encounters with the notorious and disliked Israeli travellers. Ironically we found ourselves on the wine tour with a mob of them. The only highlight if the wine tour was stomping barefoot on grapes, something we`ve both always wanted to do. The wine tasting itself was somewhat unconventional. We were given plastic shot glasses which were filled with rancid wine and then ordered to down them - none of the classy smell, note the clarity, savour the taste on your palate way we are used to! After tossing most of it onto the floor when no-one was 
looking (Scott managed to get both of our feet at various times) we were taken outside and given a huge jug of more rancid wine, and at various intervals were forced into group shots. It was clear the aim of the night was to get us pissed - so we`d forget how shit the tour actually was! The rowdy Israelis lived up to their reputuation.The next day after a morning at the pool we went for lunch and had some disagreeable cake which left us feeling very unwell and flattened in bed for the rest of the afternoon. Scott saved the 4 o clock photo and had a photo of himself on the sandboarding/buggying trip which we postponed and did the following day.
The adrenaline pumped faster as we climbed into the suped-up 4x4 beach buggy, and realised our driver was the infamous Ronaldo, known for his crazy rally-like driving on the dunes and the only driver who dared to go backwards. We raced up and down the dunes as if on a human driven rollercoaster with steep slopes of around 100m and sharp turns and skids. At various points we stopped to sand board down the dunes. Nicky attempted to sandboard down while Gayle lay on the board and went straight down head first. Got back feeling a little bit of jelly-legs after the hair-raising ride but would definitely recommend it and thought of a few of you dare-devil snowboarders Jon, Paul, Shax, James, Rob and Kerry who would have loved it.
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