Huaraz
Car horns… I am a big fan of western culture and civilization. Countries in which horns are not abused. They love to do it here. It’s evening, an empty street, no other cars around, but there’s a guy using his horn like there’s no tomorrow. Why, for whom, for what? Nobody knows. And if there are ten cars, of course they all honk, it’s local folklore. We walk along the main street of Huaraz. This city lives at night, the sidewalks are crowded, the restaurants are full, everyone is trying to sell something.
