out of the fish bowl...

There's an adventure at every turn.

Robin and I weren't able to fly to Cuzco until this morning, so we spent yesterday in Lima. Our hostel - The Point Hostel - was located in a suburb of Lima called Barranco, but we spent a better part of the afternon in Lima. We got into a taxi, bargained for what was considered a decent price - 8 soles (i.e. $2.50) - and found ourselves gripping the seats of the car and watching our lives flash before our eyes ...several times. The driving here is, to say the least, is crazy and much less organized than anything in N. America. In Lima, we walked around Chinatown - which incidentally didn't seem to have any Chinese people - and ended up in areas that would be considered "off the beaten path" by most travelers. We had a huge lunch at a restaurant that was literally a whole in the wall (not uncommon) and were glad to provide the locals with entertainment as we whipped out Spanish-English phrase books.

That evening we went to a football match between Peru and Argentina with the hostel. We were cheering for Peru, but they got their asses kicked ...badly. The score was 0-3 at half-time and remained that way until the end of the game. Too bad. =P It was fun to be among a huge cheering crowd and eating I'm-not-completely-sure-what's-in-this vendor food (travelers are advised not to - Oops, but we didn't get sick, so I assume it was ok...?)

What was great about the hostel we stayed at is it had it's own bar. So after the game we headed back there for some good drinking and good crack (no, not THAT kind of crack. It's an Irish expression for a good laugh or good time), and headed out to a local club for more partying when the neighbours complained we were being too loud - hehe ;)