Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Complete desolation interrupted occasionally by pockets of squalor

The filth and degradation has infested the irrigation canal.
If she's headed home, why?

Ther are worse examples of the squalor but I feared they would depress the blog's readers too much.


Try to imagine living here.

Trash, rotting and festering. Don't mind the maggots.

Chiclayo to Huanchaco – 200 miles

We travelled half of yesterday and all of today through the Eastern side of Peru. We went south parallel to the coast but 30 miles inland. It was a barren and depressing desert. It had a stiff wind coming always from the coast but it also brought a dank mist. Every 40 miles or so there is a settlement made up of decrepit makeshift shelters they use for homes. It is incomprehensible that anyone would choose to live here, yet they do. One city called Piura was surrounded by disgusting shanties amid rancid, fetid rotting trash. The filth just piles up in ever higher mounds that the dwellers eventually cover with a thin layer of dirt. They then have to climb over these mounds to get to their hovels. I truly can’t understand how or why people have come to be living his way. Depressing, scary, and very sad.

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