Marmalade sandwiches, anyone?
Trip Start Jul 12, 2012
45Trip End Jun 21, 2013
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But enough about food. Let's talk about me! Arriving in Lima at the start of my year-long sabbatical in South America was a bit of a culture shock. I thought London was big and smelly enough, but it's not a patch on Lima. Much of the city is a network of 8-lane highways. Consequently, the pollution is eye-watering. I stayed for 2 nights in Barranco, a district to the south of the city, which is relatively sleepy (ie. still manic). It has plenty of cafes and bars, including Starbucks, which I confess I was delighted to find
Lima has some redeeming features, in particular the Malecon (seafront), which looked stunning at sunset when paragliders were floating along the cliff edge. My new friend, a local woman called Jennyfer who I met on the flight from Madrid, showed me the sights on my first day. She took me under her wing from the start: waiting with me while my rucksack took forever to appear on the baggage reclaim, making sure that Customs gave me the right visa, then driving all the way over from the other side of town to take me to the British Embassy. She had dragged her friend and daughter along for the ride. The friend was a taxi driver from the country who hated the city traffic and kept getting lost. So we soon gave up on the Embassy idea and went on a driving tour of Lima’s lovelier areas instead.
After two days in the big city, I was desperate for air so hopped on a bus out of town to my next stop, Paracas…