Hola!
Well, it´s on now. We´re in Lima, Peru. It took us a day of buses and planes to get here, pretty exhausted and not really expecting the heat of Lima. It´s humid like crazy in this sprawling, muggy metropolis, and it seems like the hazy smog rolls in from the pacific to set up shop on your skin.
Yesterday involved a bus to Guadalajara, an overnight bus to Ciudad de Mexico (which was nicer than any plane I have ever been in), and a quick flight to Costa Rica and finally Lima. Needless to say, I feel like I´m polluting the air simply with my own smog.
In a stunning display of intelligence, we have landed in South America smack dab in the middle of Semana Santo, (easter) which easily over does Christmas as the biggest holiday in the latino calendar. We had just seen the beginnings of it in Chapala, where the cozy lakeside town was fast becoming a nexus of insanity, and we were more than naive to not expect the effects it would have around the continent.
So anyways, and I know Kate and most others will be more than happy to hear me agree with them, but Lima is as unhospitable a place as almost you can imagine. So far, smiles appear as
rare as well-priced food, most especially in the tourista district of Miraflores. It´s becoming insanely expensive to stay in the city, and so with great desire we have lunged ourselves towards the exit. However, due to Easter there isn´t a bus or plane in sight, and we´re making do until tomorrow when our extremely overpriced and first class bus will take us the grueling 23 hours to Cuzco, the other tourist mecca that lays on the doorstep of Macchu Pichu. To be honest, it´s not in any way along the route to La Paz, but to not see such a wonder while we´re here would be a waste. It looks like it will take hundreds of dollars and a week of travel to reach La Paz, but I am so intended on that place, which to me is fast becoming a shambhala of kindness and reasonable prices, that to finally reach it will be euphoric.
Once I can, I´ll toss up the ludicrously beautiful photo of the sunset we saw melting into the ocean last night, standing upon the cliffs that harbour Lima, amidst the Park of Love. Oh, and Jeff, we saw the dock you we´re almost robbed at! I can see why you had a hard time escaping the knife wielding guy up the path, it´s no breeze.
For tonight, we´ll keep busy, and no one wants to hear it, but if I had to give some advice, stay clear of Lima.
Adios
Nick
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