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!
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Mazing... my dad has this china figurine/statue from peru which is a VW bus with a load of people hanging out of it.
keep up the travelogue-blog pls bloom as it has brought me the major lols. It seems your writing style reminds me of someone though.... who could it be?
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