I'm still here
Trip Start Apr 23, 2005
63Trip End Mar 31, 2006
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It's been a long time between entries, but after a couple of relaxing weeks in England (sort of) and some more relaxing weeks on the north coast of peru (I couldn't get off the beach for enough time to get to an internet cafe) I'm back. So hopefully I'll be able to catch up a bit now. I'll start with peru and catch up on the rest when I can.
The trip to peru started with a bit of a hickup! Having only just caught the last train back from Sarah and Seans wedding in Wakefield, Glenn (who will be my travelling buddy for the next 4 weeks) and I got the last tube to Heathrow. Only the tube doesn't go to terminal 4 and the last replacement bus had already gone. So after a 1 mile walk to the terminal, we found a couple of cosy bench seats and in time honored tradition, camped out at the airport. My flight was to leave at 6am so I got up at 4 and got in the queue. After 1 hour waiting, I got to the front, only to find that they didn't have any record of my ticket. Great! I sidled up to the ticket counter and asked them to explain themselves. After a brief search, they kindly explained that I am (and always was) booked on the same flight the following day. I checked my itinerary again, and sure enough, they were right. Tail between my legs, I found Glenn who was still sound asleep and told him the news. He laughed.
I booked into an airport hotel who charged me an exhorbitant amount for the priveledge of staying near the M25 in West london and spent the day sleeping and recovering from the wedding before heading again to terminal 4 and getting on my flight without any problem (funnily enough).
It was a quick flight from London to Amsterdam and then a surprisingly pleasant 14hr trip from Amsterdam to Lima mainly thanks to the good sense of humor and conversation of Anjo from Holland who was sitting next to me.
I arrived in Lima at about 8pm and got a taxi to the hostel where Glenn and I had booked. The taxi ride was a real eye opener - These guys like to drive freestyle with 5 cars fitting into 3 lanes and a combination of constant honking and pushing in allowing the traffic to move at a fairly quick pace. I was impressed. I got to the hostel, but Glenn wasn't there. I got online and found that he hadn't been able to check in and had booked into another hotel nearby. I told the hostel of the situation and they kindly allowed me to cancel my reservation on the spot and directed me to a place to get a taxi. They advised me to get a yellow cab as the other ones can be dodgy. I got one of the other ones who overcharged me by about 90 Sols (the ride should have cost 8 Sols).
From first impressions, Lima is a fairly grotty city, sometimes dangerous and doesn't have too much to offer the traveller (at least compared with the rest of Peru) so after meeting up with Glenn, we decided to get out of the city the next day and head to a small coastal fishing village in the North called Huanchaco.