But where we are, in a cabana by the beach, bamboo walls and roof of grass, is all tranquility. A long sandy beach facing the Pacific Ocean with small crouching hotels, most of them empty. It’s the Peruvian winter, and what’s normal summer temperature for us is far too cold for them.
So we can wander on the empty beach and check the small waves crabs munching the sand and leaving behind a line of sandbullets. If disturbed they run like tumbleweed on their pointy little feet and flop down in a hole in the sand.Â