I chose to enter through Macará, one of the more isolated - and as a result, more peaceful - border posts into Perú.
The first week or so in the country was spent traversing long stretches of the dry coastal Sechura desert.
Long stretches of vast emptiness.
The sign reads: 'Entry Prohibited. Risk of Death. Explosives in the Area.' WTF is this doing in the middle of the Sechura Desert ?!?
Pushing Bucephalus across minefields and sand to a beautiful desert camp.
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