We had a look at another archeological pre-inca site near Trujillo called "Huaca de la Luna & de la Sol" which was impressive, and returned to the market several times during the day to have another piece of that yummy chocolate cake and another fresh fruit juice..."siempre con hambre" is a phrase I´ll have to add to my personal description. After a sleepless night in an overnight-bus I made it to Huaraz and the "Cordilleras blancas". Considering the weather, I decided to do an one day hike to the Laguna 69. We got several camionettas/busses to get to the trailhead in the Huascarán National Park, passing different lakes whose colours varied from turquoise to a milky light blue. The sky was covered with clouds while I was struggeling to get up to 4.600 meters, moving at the speed of a sloth, thankful for every cascading waterfall along the way I could take a picture of. Well, I made it up to the lake just in time for the clouds to disappear and reveal the jagged, snowy mountains that back the lake and also the stunning mountainranges of this beautiful nationalpark. Needless to say that after enjoying the view for half an hour on the way back down it started to rain, by the time we got back to the road everything that wasn't covered by my emergency rainponcho was completely soaked. We flagged down a passing truck, got on the back and made our way out of the nationalpark, chased by clouds and fog. But it was definitely worth it. Another sleepless night in a bus and I made it to Lima, had a look around the town for a day, the most fascinating thing for me was to make it back to where I started in the morning on those variety of busses/minibusses. I couldn't warm up to the idea of staying on another overnight bus again just yet, so I decided to break the trip further down the Panamericana - I stopped at Huancachina, a little oasis in the middle of waste sand dunes - like a big playground, one of the places where the tourists must outnumber the locals, but it's quite a nice setting if you manage to ignore the rubbish lying around in the dunes and the sound of howling engines of the sandbuggies rushing down the dunes.