El Runcu Inn Lima

... so back to your own days adventures. we'll be home soon to tell you more of ours, to hear about yours, and to continue exploring more together.

"oh you make it sound so dramatic. this whole saga. so over riddled with romanticization and suspense. it can't be real".

let me tell you something, folks. we've had more drama and romance than you can throw a rock at. four weeks ago, a third of a hunk of a tootsie roll thick slim jim not only lifted the spirits of this dragging ...

... We were walking with determination to get to our destination so I didn't ask chit chatty questions just kept my purse in front of me and kept WALKING! We arrived at the most awesome little Chifa. This is a chinese restaurant. There is a large china town in Lima. Our friend Herbert is half Chinese and eats at this place all the time. The food was not even describable... my taste buds will never be the same :) I say ...

... out the door. GREEN!!!

In the airport arrivals it was chaos. There were all sorts of alterations to my name and in the end, I found FANCES and thought that was close enough. A few leading questions to the holder of the sign - my full name, tour and hotel - and he seemed to answer all the right questions. I was really nervous out of the airport as I got into an unmarked taxi - normal car with this guy. Can ...

... by the time we got off) and there were no screaming kids, no horrible music and only one person with a mobile phone going off at regular intervals. oh, and the driver wasn't drunk and didn't drive at 130 mph at every given opportunity. 8 out of 10 I would say.

Lima suffers from the same coastal fog as Puerto lopez and Montanita, so we're back to cool and misty for the time being. The suburbs of lima were pretty grim, and it didn't change much ...

... would be entertaining. The girls turned to talk to another man, and I was stuck racking my brain as this guy asked me about "my government" and "my national anthem" and what I thought of the Queen. I also forget that Quebec is in the french speaking part of Canada, so I had to explain why I knew no french. It turned out he knew more about Canada than I did, and I learned my lesson--let someone else deal with experiments involving made up ...

... park for courting couples, animated by scuptures and wonderful organic walls decorated with mosaics. A fine pasta dinner ends the day just in time for our transfer to the airport and our overnight flight home. We say good bye to Alan & Allison, who leave the following day with promises to celebrate our adventure with a Pisco Sour party later in the summer!

... down all of the roads in and out of pretty much all of the small villages and you could see a pile of glass every now and then where rocks had been thrown through the windshields of cars who probably tried to break through the barricade. I'm not complaining, this is definitely a 3rd world environment when you get outside the major cities. I'm just satisfied with our decison not to venture further off the beaten track right now.

... I can remember having this sudden urge to step off the wooden blank into the water. Did the shaman make me fall in the river after I refused to heed his advise to cleanse? Did he somehow protect the important items in my pockets? I really don't know, my logical brain can't explain this weird series of events. The more I begin to remember about the last 24 hours the weirder the whole experience becomes. Normally I'm a bit of a sceptic when it comes to these supernatural pagan type ...

Half a year has passed, and I'm back in South America again. This time, I flew with Continental Airlines but I did the route London - New York - Lima. The plane between Europe and the US was great - good food, good service, big plane so I was looking forward to my next flight, continuing to Peru, the only thing I wasn't so trilled about, was going through a nightmareish US airport - but figured out, this was not the worst part ...