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November 4, 2005
Into Peru
We woke up on the bus and a few hours later had arrived in Lima. Once we had our bags we said goodbye to the various people we had met during the journey and were soon in a taxi on our way to Miraflores.
We found a nice hostel that was near the cliffs right by the sea. As Em got ready I set out to get our clothes washed and get some money out of the bank. A few blocks from the hostel I found a bank. Oddly, only dollars come out of the ATMs and there are two or three money changers waiting to exchange the dollars for sols outside. It was easy enough but I don’t understand why the bank doesn’t just give you soles. When I asked the money changer for an explanation he replied “That’s just the way it is.” I guess I’ll look into it later.
I briefly checked email after I dropped off the laundry. It is going to take me a while to catch up on everything I received. Dora Ampuero cc’d me on a list of contacts throughout South America she had introduced Emily and I to. It looks like they are going to work out great.
Needing to stretch our legs after the long bus ride we decided to take a walk along the cliffs towards the center of Miraflores. It really is a beautiful part of city. Everyone was incredibly friendly. Multiple people stopped us to chat and give us advice about Lima. One guy we met said we couldn’t leave the city without trying the cibiche (it’s spelled with a ‘b’ in Peru). He pointed us to a good cebicheria where Em and I got a good early meal.
We walked around town a bit more afterwards and headed into a book store where I bought another Mario Vargas Llosa book. This one was not a novel but instead his diaries from a 12-day visit to Iraq in 2003. It should be interesting.
Tonight for dinner we ended up at a place that was fancier than we expected. Outside, we realized it was a higher end steakhouse, but once we were in we realized that almost everyone was in suit and ties (we were still in the clothes we had worn on the bus…the water was out at the lavanderia and so our clothes wont be ready until tomorrow).
The food was great though and they didn’t seem to care too much about our scraggly appearance. On the way out they even gave us a complementary ash tray from the place as a souvenir. I don’t know if I’ll ever use it but I loved the gesture.
Posted by Peter Mork at November 4, 2005 1:23 PM
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