the sun sets on a desert oasis

After making it through my first Peruvian bus experience I had to spend the night in a little town called Ica. Ica is a shithole. Which is understandable considering it had been almost completely decimated by an earthquake in 2007. But that’s not why it’s a shithole. Ica is a shithole because they’ve managed to replace all of the ordinary car horns that were working perfectly fine with car alarms and police or ambulance sirens. The drivers in Ica like to use their horns to indicate when they’re turning, when they’re slowing down, when they’re speeding up, when they want your attention, when it’s okay to walk in front of them, when it’s not okay to walk in front of them, and maybe occasionally just for fun. Which when your car can make those ear splitting sounds whenever you push a button it’s probably fun to watch everyone around you wince. Or so it seemed. I only spent one night in this quaint little town so I could escape the next day to what essentially amounted to a pond in the desert surrounded by HUGE sand dunes.