After breakfast we visited one of the largest markets in the country. It was very close to the hotel and we were tempted to buy souvernirs and other stuff that we would never use ever again.
I took her down to the bathroom, and her pants and shoes were full of vomit. We were sure that it was not alcohol, but that there was something wrong with the food we had at this "nice" restaurant.
The town on the other side of the border is called Arica. You immediately see the difference to Peru. Fast food chains, brand names and modern stores appear all over the city. |
