Lima Lima Lima

So after an eventful 48 hours of traveling, being put on a plane, being taken off a plane, then told that yes infact they were cancelling our flight from Madrid to Lima and putting us up in a four star hotel, well how could we complain? We didn´t, instead we just raided the minibar in our room and took advantage of being able to be horizontal for two hours.

Finally, many moons later we boarded our plane and got to Lima, a dusty, eerie and very much insane type of place. Never in my life have I come across so many VW vans customised individually and guising as public transport, sans bus stops and crammed full of noisy Peruvians hanging out the windows as they drive. The taxi service is equally obnoxious. I mean they really give Italians a run for their money. Blowing the klaxon for them is like taking a right turn or putting your seatbelt on-it´s inevitable.

The place we´re staying is the generic backpacker hostel, avec bar which is nice. Playing all indie hits circa 2005. Since we got here I have of course fallen ill, I blame the travel. I woke up with a horrible cold and headed to local pharma factory where the pharmacist had excellent english, which is odd seen as no-one speaks english here and our Spanish is faring well with our phrasebook-anyway she gave me a cough bottle and some tablets which I´m certain intoxicated me somewhat. However, the cold has subsided so fear not.

My love of pisco sours has evolved, who would have thought a cocktail with egg white in it could be so lush. Everthing is priced niftily here we´ve been having three course meals for 3pounds and 40 minute taxi journies for 3 pounds, it´s ace!

I must be off to socialise now,
adios!

Leaving the banal behind.

Last day at work/ last day being bored/ last day feeling sorry for people who have to stay on in these jobs/ last day wasting time/ last day wishing I was elsewhere/ last day looking out at the rain/ last day watching the clock/ last day pretending this is interesting.

God I have waited for this day for so long. I'm happy in the thought that Perez Hilton shall no longer be my fill of excitement for the day.

Enough of becoming irate at English grammar and off to a place where bad English grammar will be laughable, sigh.

Motel Me Immediately

As my adventure is looming I can't help but get over excited at the prospect of traveling across the states. I just bought this book to help me on my way:



















I want to get as many motel photo opportunities as possible, I've been getting inspiration from one of my favourite photographers Alec Soth. Here are a few of my faves:

















I dunno why but desolated middle America has always been my biggest obsession...

Route 66 here I come!

Fed Up Of Solitaire

Well here it is. After weeks of procrastination and endless failed attempts at finishing a game of solitaire my blog is up and running. It'll take me a while to get the hang of making it aesthetic and different I'm sure.





Someone else has STOLEN my name for their blog (supposedly her name is also Lucy Bloom but whatever) This really upset me as her blog is far too twee for my liking and I hope no-one finds it on Google and thinks it's me.





To sign off my first entry I'd just like to point out that this lovely new Luella design that Jade won't shut up about, is, in fact, red.

à plus tard!