Holes in the ground and respecting paths

I went on a little trip to Chiclayo yesterday. Which actually makes me three for three on little trips during weekends. It was a good time. I met up with Dan Johnston - for those of you who don't know Dan he used to live with Jeff in Boston. He's traveling from Lima to Quito, Ecuador by his lonesome. Through the magic of the intertubes we were able to meet in the Plaza de Armas in Chiclayo (there is one in every town - this one was as good if not better than the others I've seen). After a quick bite we grabbed a room in a hostel which told us they had hot water. This was a filthy lie. Then we took a minibus to the ruins of Sipan. If you read the Lonely Planet excerpt on Sipan it makes it sound pretty damn cool. Au contraire mon ami. It is holes. There are 10 or so holes dug into the ground where they are excavating funeral chambers filled with treasure (the Lord of Sipan is supposed to be S. America's answer to King Tut). Of course all that treasure went on a world tour and now rests an hour and a half away from the site of the ruins. My suggestion if you ever find yourself in Chiclayo, even though I didn't see the museum, is to opt for the museum. I will cut the ruins a little bit of slack because they were only found 20 years ago, but still it was boring. Just to prove it I've posted a few pictures of different holes. Notice how they all look basically the same. I know what you're saying and yes there is stuff in one of the holes. It is a replica - the only thing real we saw in any of the holes was a bottle cap someone had dropped. Thus ends my complaining about Sipan. Also yesterday I finally tried a Peruvian beer, actually two Peruvian beers, neither was amazing to be honest but I liked Cristal slightly better than Pilsen Callao. Add in a cow, field after field of sugar cane, a second go round of chifa (this time better than the first) and Dan making fun of the "Respect the Path" signs at Sipan and I had myself a pretty good time in Chiclayo.