Getting of the Gringo Trail in South America!
Posted: Friday, December 30, 2005
by Ariana Svenson
Apus Peru Adventure Travel Specialists
We smile inside when a fellow traveller confides: “You know, I really want to get off the Gringo Trail..."
As the tourist munches on their slice of tourist price pizza, we nod in sympathy, but wonder whether they would fare so well off the Gringo Trail.
We travellers talk of The Gringo Trail with an unspoken understanding of this creature meandering through the wilds of South America. The travellers bible, the Lonely Planet provides no specific definition of The Gringo Trail, although it does advise, “If your travel philosophy disdains all things explored, trodden and smacking of the Gringo Trail ... then stay away from the places mentioned here..."
Within all of us lurks a soul who yearns for something different, and indeed for many, an “adventure tour" to the jungle, mountains or canyons is sufficient. Others suspect that there could be more to adventure – but in all honesty - to get off The Gringo Trail means foregoing many activities that those on the road find so gratifying.
There are no other tourists. At the end of the day there is no one to share a convivial cerveza while you swap advice of where to stay, or which transport company to avoid.
In many cases, there is only one transport company, whose dilapidated mud covered mobilidad* barely looks like it will make around the corner. Sometimes after a cough and splutter it doesn’t. Buses feature seats broken in recline, with springs that conveniently dig into your buttocks. When the temperature exceeds 40 degrees in the shade, the nearest window is stuck shut. Or when you are travelling in the high Andes it is sure to be broken open.
The buses run on Peruano time. So, chances are you left an hour or so behind schedule. After three or four hours, you begin to develop whiplash caused by the jagged, hapharzard stops for passengers gathered along the roadside. Larger items are heaved onto the roof, while brightly coloured bundles are dragged into the bus to provide additional seating or merely obscure the aisle. Other sacks are carried cautiously on board. Only when you see a small puddle developing you realise that its some kind of animal, perhaps a pig, for chickens are usually distinguished by their chatter throughout the duration of the journey.
Watching local people climb onboard and then exit a few dusty hours later tends wear a little thin after ten hours. Not to worry, the people working for the company have assured you that they are always on time, and it is only a eight hour bus trip!
When the bus finally arrives in a dark ghostlike town, bereft of street lights and thus appearing eerie and abandoned, it is the most that your exhausted bones can do but crawl to the nearest accomodation.
The smell of mould fills your nostrils when you enter the room, and you rather wish that the room wasn’t “con bano privado" because the stench that emanates from that area could only mean that its not functioning.
Nonetheless, its a place to rest the weary head of a traveller, and you stumble down to a restaurant, pleased at least you won’t be paying exorbitant tourist prices. But somehow, 2 soles is just too much when they proudly serve you chicken foot soup, and then later a dead cockroach peers from the rice.
At the end of the day, with your head on a pillow filled with sand, and sheets which you have checked three times to see if they are clean, and you still aren’t sure, you thank your lucky stars you have decided to stay away from The Gringo Trail.
*MOBILIDAD. Form of transport. Don’t assume that a transport company always offers buses, in more remote areas, any form of mobilidad is utilised. This could include camionettas (pick up trucks), camiones (trucks) or even a meat truck.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)Very interesting thoughts. Thank you...!
Yea. Really want to get off? Don't go to Peru. But in any case, one finds gringos everywhere these days. I met a dozen Germans in Colombia in a month. All the same, instantly recognizable, no inclination to talk to other "gringos" or even exchange a few words in German — ruins the fantasy, I suppose.
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