The coast south of Lima is ugly. There’s no other way to put it. The rolling sand hills are a muted beige, completely devoid of vegetation. A featureless landscape. It makes the deserts of Baja or Arizona look like the lands of fertility.
Life here looks like a miserable existence. There is a constant damp chill in the air. The sky is gray, sunup to sundown. Perhaps with the backdrop of a blue sky these sand hills would look cheery. But we’ve been on the coast for over a week and only vaguely saw the sun on one day. I think sunny days are few and far between around here.
Mother Nature, I fail to see your vision.
We’re back on the Pan-American Highway. Even though there is a lot of traffic there’s a wide shoulder so we can relax a little knowing we have our own space out here.
It’s relatively flat so we’re covering ground. We’ve gone over 100 miles in two days! This was unheard of in the mountains. We’re moving more or less in a straight line so 100 miles on the coast gets us much farther south than it did on the curvy mountain roads. It feels so good to hear the whir in our wheels. And at least the ugly is flying by.