Taxi to Huaraz. Stereo MCs on the radio. Toyota cars everywhere. Heavy metal rock festivals on Huaraz. Gringo hangouts ripped straight out of Boulder and Berkeley. Shaved ice stands on the street. Internet (private cabinas) on every street. Cell phones for everyone. Collectivos crammed to the brim on dusty roads.
Gold and Uranium mines in the hills. Geologists working for penny stock mining firms from Vancouver. Guarded Las Vegas style enclaves for the ex-pats. Mud brick huts with street addresses. Bars selling ¨British¨beer.
Everything is horribly connected – whether you like it or not – deal with it. Thankfully connectivity hasn´t led to homogeneity just yet.