Mishap number 2: Not looking into the geothermal activity in the surrounding areas.
After a 6 hour bus from Lima, we arrived in Ica; a sleepy little town (besides the gazillion moto-taxis beeping at all hours). Although turns out it wasn’t as peaceful as first imagined when a 7.3 MAGNITUDE EARTHQUAKE WOKE US UP AT 4AM. Can’t say it was a nice surprise, but I guess it’s something to talk about. It was a good few miles away from us, but it legitimately shook us out of our bunkbeds. I don’t know how, but business went on normally the following day. After some persuasion and flattery, another hostel owner let us in on his tour to Ica city and Huaccachina. We explored a local bodega, got awfully trashed at an inappropriate time in the afternoon on Pisco and wine samples, and headed to the desert for a run around in the sand dunes in a buggy and on boards. DEFINITELY do this drunk – absolutely one of the best afternoons of my life. Especially when the driver fancies you and gives you the front seat and extra sand boarding runs. Plus the alcohol eased us off to sleep on our 17 hour bus down to Cusco.