A week in New Orleans can go so fast, between Café du Monde beignets, Abita Purple Haze at the Spotted Cat, Po’Boys at Guy’s on Magazine, Satchmo Fest on Frenchmen, grilled oysters at ACME, new friends who host me and with whom I go to the pool or see the latest Steven Soderbergh, and most of all the wet heat that never leaves you… Will summer ever end?

Anyways who wants it to end? Not me, if it means I’ve got to go home. I’d prefer stay among the gosts of New Orleans.

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I left South America almost one month ago, and I don’t know why, I don’t have many pictures of the last three weeks of my stay there…

I finished the South American arm of my trip by travelling North : from Chile to Peru, to Ecuador and Colombia. Then I flew to Texas, which isn’t technically South America anymore, but still has spanish as its most spoken language.

Going through three countries in less than two weeks didn’t leave me strong memories. From bus to hostel, from hostels to busses and few pauses on the way to enjoy the view…

I started in Peru by staying in Huacachina, an oasis between sand dunes. It’s nice, quite touristy but still peaceful. Then I saw Nazca, and the lines. But I talked about that in my previous post. I went to Lima without taking one picture, then I went to Ecuador after the border guards gave me the address of their blog.

Ecuador appeared nicer than Peru, though the ceviche wasn’t as good. Quito isn’t a bad city, I could have wanted to stay two or three more days there. Then a village near the border with Colombia, where I saw a military parade celebrating victory in a battle that was finished two or three centuries ago, and I ate one of the best gelato in South America.

Colombia the next day. Cali, where I spent two days with Sarah and Aurélie, mighty french girls who followed me since China. We went to salsa clubs and had fun. Then I left to Manizales, where I bought a panama-style hat, but it’s not a real panama, because panama hats are made in Ecuador, and only in Ecuador. And then Medellin. Not remotely as dangerous as before. And from there I took a plane to Texas, to meet friends again and meet others for the first time.

When you travel, you’ve got to make choices : where to go, how much time to stay… Sometimes it’s too bad, but imagine, if there was no decision to take, would it be as fun?

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While I was in Peru, I stopped in Nazca, a little city which lies near a desert famously known for the famous lines that had been traced hundreds of years ago by the civilisations living there.

And so I got to do a plane ride to see the lines from above ; as they are quite big you cannot see them from the ground.

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