We wake up only to have breakfast and plan a couple of hotels and bus trips while sipping on a cocktail at the pool. Have a walk along the foggy beach and some taste of delicious fresh fish with local flavors. We conclude that the local Inka cola has enough chemicals in it to preserve us fresh for the rest of the day.
We hop on a bus to Huacachina - an oasis in the middle of 50 square km of sand dunes. That's what Big Willy says. He's our pick-up, guide, negotiator and dj-driver. We get to our hostel exactly 15 min before the time they mentioned the reservation will be kept for us. But.. Oops, there is no room available, says the guy at the reception with sparkling cactus lost eyes.. We go back to Big Willy.. 3 hotels later, we're set up with 2 beds in a 10-bed dormitory with a naked man.. We understand later that the Colombian friend is just hot.. The fan in the room makes you sweat more than cool you down.. So we decide to have a go at the local discotheque and a sip of what they call wine.. Double triple distilled wine, jenever, that's what it is! And the hot air of the salsa discotheque melts us down.. We decide to have a beer and chill at the lagoon.. Such a refreshing feeling in the quiet night... We'll not so quiet, as we go back to a hot room, the strew noise is unbearable, everybody seems to be into car parties.. Meaning a group of 3 to 7 people gathering around a car with drinks in their hands. The car stereo plays max music and they hunk the horn to put on the alarm, just to intensify the fun! Madness!
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