Lima, Peru. What can I say about this city? Well, first of all, spend as little time here as you possibly can. After our long flight from Costa Rica, we landed in Lima and had our personal driver hold a sign with our names on them to take us to our hostel. We felt like celebrities, even though countless of other people had similar signs. Its the small things.
Our celebrity like status shortly disappeared though as soon as we arrived at our Hostel. It seemed OK at first, but we were Oh So Wrong.
After checking in, Cynthia and I decided to get some of our food on. Now, the city of Lima is like a punch to the face. It is loud, dirty and has the most horrible rush hour traffic I have seen outside of LA. Actually I would rather be stuck in LA rush hour 100 fold than ever be driving in Lima. Even crossing the streets here instilled fear a fear in me that I hadn’t felt since dangerous intersections in China or attempting to cross the streets in Phnom Penh or Ho Chi Minh City in Southeast Asia.
Cynthia refused to speak English, thinking that we would stand out too much and someone would kidnap her. They weren’t really staring at her though, they were staring at me, since I was the one that stood out. It could be the five o-clock shadow and lighter skin, or the fact that I am one foot taller than most males here.
We found a mall a couple of blocks down that was really nice actually. Cynthia insisted we stay there since it was where she felt the “safest”. I agreed to stay only because she is a 17 year old poor traveling newbie. We had a wonderful meal there though. Chicken and fries, which I feel will be a staple food here in Peru.
Now, the hostel. When we got back we realized that the beds were harder than rocks. Seriously, I think we could have slept on the floor and been more comfortable. The only reason we didn’t is because the pillows they gave us could be used as weapons during war. Cynthia and I also took the coldest showers in our life. I have heard that cold showers in Peru is very normal, but it seems like the hostal owners put an extra set of ice in the water before we showered.
Cynthia and I stayed up watching Cold Case and The Mentalist (which she now considers the greatest show ever) to soothe our pain. Also, the hostel was loud, in an unsafe part of town, and we also had to wake up at 3 in the morning to catch or flight to Cusco.
Needless to say, when we arrived to the gateway of the Sacred Valley, we collapsed almost the whole day.
Next up, our two day trek to Macchu Picchu.
Oh god, so excited.
First Pisco Sour (well, in Peru). Its like a more refreshing Margarita. Like times 100.
Getting my buzz on.