From Lima to Paracas. I suddenly find myself staying at a hotel with ‘backpackers’ in the name and as I sit on an air-conditioned bus on a tour to the reserve I can no longer keep any plausible deniability of being a tourist.
Although I’ve been in Peru for over three months, on a tourist visa and by many definitions as a tourist, I haven’t participated much in tourism. A few dabbles here and there but mostly I was trying to avoid it, trying to live a semi-ordinary life abroad in Cusco. But now, here I am and things are much different. As I continue my swing through the South of Peru along a well-defined tourism trail I will be facing the challenge of being ok with calling myself a tourist.
With that being said I must clarify that I am having fun and quite a bit of it; staying just a block from the Ocean in Paracas, eating fresh ceviche from a comedor, visiting the Paracas National Reserve, drinking concoctions from a rooftop terrace and letting the waves wash over me at La Mina Beach. I recognize that sometimes organized tours are the only way to do something, and on rare occasion they the are cheapest way. Just some of many activities to come…