I had been running a train out of ILO 70 about a month, when one night I was invited to a “wake.”
There was a night riot in the streets of ILO, knives gleamed in ruffian hands, curses and blasphemy fell from sodden lips.
ILO is a small port of about two thousand inhabitants, very poor and squalid but not so much so as Mollendo.
We soon gained the highway leading to Tambo and after being well clear of ILO, we put our horses to their best.
When I arrived at ILO, imagine my surprise to find that the man who rowed me ashore was the Italian who caused my arrest.
Soon after this a troop ship arrived in ILO to convey prisoners and escort to Lima.
Moquegua is connected to its port, ILO, by a railroad sixty-five miles long.
It was one of our gunboats bound from ILO ILO back to Manila.
At that village you will have to leave your boat, but from that place you will find a clearly marked path to ILO ILO.
After purchasing new clothes and receiving the congratulations of friends, we boarded the train for ILO.