Hospedaje San Antonio
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Well after a nice long flight, I am sitting in the airport in Lima enjoying a cerveza!!
My flight is delayed so I may have to have more than one ;0).
Can't wait to meet up with Craig. I believe he was going to take the ferry from Uruguay to Argentina. Guess I will find out in a day or so ...
The coach station is modern, clean, nice, hot & sweaty. It’s actually more like an airport, you check your bags in and then hope they are with you at the destination. We make friends with very friendly Japanese girl named Yayoi, she has quit her job to go travelling which she will do until the money runs out, very cool!
The coach is the most luxurious I’ve ever encountered. Big reclining seats. Leg rest. Pillow. Rug. This is more like flying than taking ...
Parque John F. Kennedy is full of stray cats. They are mainly chilling in the shade, occasionally posing or being petted and my favourites the miniature kittens: play fighting with each other without a care in the world. Martina picked a spot and counted 32, from that one spot.
Tat shops are nice; all the Peruvian fabric patterns look so pretty. There are small statues, which are sometimes booze bottles, of Pisco. He has a big willy.
It was a long 24 hours starting in Portland but I arrived safe and sound. A little snafu happened while in LAX. I was about to board and the agent told me I had to have an outbound ticket from Peru and without it I could not board. Well, Ms. United Airlines gate agent, of course I don't have an outbound ticket leaving Peru because I have no idea how long I will stay. That didn't work, nor did the tears. So, in a mass panic, I went to Orbitz and booked a super expensive ...
... no water up here! Dry swallow. Downstairs is too far away and bed is warmer." Mistake. Mistake mistake mistake. I woke up 2 hours later, clutching my throat. The pain was crippling. Acid had crawled up my esophagus and I could taste the bitterness in my mouth. The pill was wedged in my throat, I was sure of it. I ran downstairs and did what I should've done hours before. Gulping down water, I waited for relief that never came. I switched to milk, then yogurt, then back ...