On the ride to the nearby town that housed the museum I met a cheerful, but somewhat odd retired Irishman. Northern Peru isn't really on the tourist trail for some reason, so he was the only traveler I'd seen in days. Apparently, he left home to go skiing in eastern Europe, but at the airport saw a book about traveling through eastern Europe by train and decided to change his plans and has been traveling since. When I say he's been traveling since I mean, he's literally hardly stopped. He seemed to like riding through places on a train or bus, not actually staying there. He'd been from Canada to Peru by bus, but only stopped for more than one night twice. I guess everyone has their own style. If that's what he likes, then more power to him for doing it.
Afterwards, I visited Túcume, an ancient site with over two dozen crumbling mud pyramids. The best part was climbing a small mountain nearby and looking down on the site from above. I was hoping to go inside one of the pyramids, but unfortunately they all seemed to be closed.