Chimbote
Just north of Lima's airport: Terminales Portuanos Peruano.
Farther north, informal housing whose owners hope there's never a heavy rain.
Want a flat floor? Start by building a terrace.
In time, wood yields to sturdier materials.
We've jumped a hundred miles to the Supe River, just about dry in August.
The valley floor is cultivated, planted in this case with mandarins belonging Angelo Pinasco's Agroindustrial Company La Punta.
Maize.
Time to cross the river.
We've climbed onto a terrace. The ruins apparently were part of a church
But we're here for the pyramids at the archaeological site of Caral.
Built about 3000 B.C.
Stone, not adobe.
Piramide de la Galeria
Pyramid Mayor, with this sunken circular space, presumably for assemblies.
We're heading farther north through incredibly barren desert.
Cerro Sech n, a temple off limits to pedestrians who can do no more than walk around three of its exterior sides.
Closer.
Experts say that the image shows blood pouring from an eye socket.
A stack of severed heads.
Severed arms.
Bleeding heads.
Made it to Chimbote. We're going to the beach.
A pleasanter view.
It's the deserted Playa Atahualpa.
Chimbote is a major fishing port.
No skiffs here.
These guys want some too.