And once again I am off to a distant corner of the world. I arrived in Lima around 10:30 pm and customs was surprisingly fast and well organized. I love to be pleasantly surprised when dealing with uniformed officers carrying assault weapons. I had organized a ride ahead of time with the hostel so a lovely Peruvian gentleman was waiting with a sign that had my name on it (something I have always wanted to experience- I’m just like Beyonce!).
Arriving in my hostel, I was greeted by the night clerk who spent 30 minutes showing me nearby markets and buses on the map but neglected to mention where the bathroom or my dorm room was. The place has only been open for a couple months so the furniture was sparse but that also ment new mattresses, an almost unknown luxury in the backpacking world. The only other people in my room were an Irish couple but they went immediately to sleep and left the next morning so I had the room to myself after that.
Lima is a huge city and I was only there for a day and a half so I limited my ambitions to wandering the local neighborhood of Miraflores. The ever-present fog gave my walk a feeling like I was stuck in a dream sequence. I read that it sticks arond pretty much continuously from April to October and with that Lima was erased from my list of places to live as a trendy expat. Miraflores itself was amiable enough in a generic upscale coastal sort of way. Located along the ocean and seperated from the shore below by some rather intimidating sandstone cliffs, it is a very safe, well-to-do spot with an Apple store and dedicated bike lanes. With a few more lululemon yoga pants and some paler residents, it could pass for Vancouver on a foggy day.
I think a more adventurous locale is in order, wouldn’t you say? Rather than jump on the Gringo trail with all the gap year kids and retirees, I think I’ll take the tricky way into the mountains tomorrow. Onward to Huancayo!