Shit feart of the Big City.

Trip Start Apr 23, 2012
Trip End Ongoing

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Monday, April 23, 2012

Landing in Lima and panicking after spending a good hour trying to find my hostel pick up it finally hit me that I was in Peru... When everyone was questioning my lack of nerves for flying half way round the world alone, wondering when the fear would hit, this was definitely the time. Feeling some comfort after finding the taxi and having the email address and phone number of the guy from the plane that helped me fill out the impossible immigration card tucked in my pocket, we drove along the cliff fronts of Lima to the hostel, passing tsunami evacuation signs on route.

Having been for dinner the second night with two Israeli guys we end up playing various drinking games with some Scandinavian girls before heading to a tango club, understandably after a few tequila shots and plenty of beer my memory is a bit hazy but I do remember thinking it was pretty cool, and if i had a sole for the amount of times someone tried to teach me the tango... 

I wasn't too impressed with Lima: it was massive, I was told by everyone it was too dangerous for a solo female traveller and the beach was shit. Something crazy like a third of Peru's entire population lives in this one city, more peole than in the whole of Scotland... a bit of a shock to the system having come from Biggar. One of my most fond memories from Lima was walking past the same shop everyday to hear  someone sitting outside playing J-Lo's 'Get on the Floor' on the panpipes.

On my last night in Lima, feeling a bit more brave I started talking to this guy and what are the chances... he's from Scotland and knows exactly where Biggar is! After a few drinks with him and his friend, Appleby (real first name btw), we start a game of giant jenga and it turns out I am ace at it, seriously I dare you to challenge me... That night I also met a couple of girls from England who feature heavily in the pictures, me being a bit snap happy at the start of my trip. Having had a few drinks we suddenly realised, together we were a walking British flag! As you can imagine we were very excited and played on this heavily in the club we went to that night...

Waking up the next morning to catch my bus to Paracas I felt stinkinī and a feeling of dread was luring in my stomach...

Not only had I never caught a bus in SA before, I had to try and do it with a thumping headache. Making it to the bus station without chundering everywhere, an achievement in itself, I found it strangely easy to get my ticket and felt a great deal of relief about the rest of my travels.

Bus stations in Peru are a bit mental to say the least: you have to check in with your passport, check your luggage in to be put on the bus and then hang around until boarding...

Sitting in my semi-cama Cruz del Sur bus on the way to Paracas, in the most comfortable bus I've ever seen while enjoying some sort of Spanish tv series, I thought īthis bus malarky isnīt gonna be as bad as I thought!ī, that was before Toro Toro...

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Fan bloody tastic!!! I wish I was you Hannah go girl go....

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