Day 1
It´s hot and humid here. I´ve never been stared at so much in my life. ¨Japonese! Kanichiwah! Chinas! Pretty woman! Bonita! Bonita chinas! (little boy stares, dad says¨chinas¨)¨ We´re still unsure whether the honking of the taxis are for us or they just like honking.
We felt like Asian celebrities as we came out of the airport to what seemed like a hundred taxi drivers waving with signs with names on them. Our drive to our hotel was somewhat sketch, through abandoned neighbourhoods and ghetto streets. We thought our hotel was safe but below our standards but the metal bars at the front of the doors took it to a whole new level. Our rooms smelled and we placed a bed in front of the door for the night for peace of mind. We discovered that each of us are uniquely paranoid about something.
Brenda = diarrhea
AliceL = getting raped
AliceT = getting robbed
Adrienne = everything
I personally believe my paranoia is the most realistic. AliceT raises her eyebrows at this comment.
Today we spent a good half hour looking for a bank that turned out to be across the street from our hotel. In fact, there were two across the street and then we spent 15 minutes trying to figure out how to use the machines, thank you officer lima. We also watched changing of the guards at the Plaza de Armas, but really Adrienne was watching the snipers on the roof while AliceT thought the guards were literally going to change their clothes in front of us. How very disappointed she ended up being. We then cabbed to Chinatown which had no chinese people, not even in Wah Lok restaurant. Then at Mercado Central we bargained for fruit, AliceT managed to slash a whole 10%, but really 30 cents Peruvian centavos, off a sour sop, which is about 10 cents Cdn. We tried unsuccessfully to bargain for pouches on our way to look at a pile of dirt with a cross on top. And Jorge pinched a lot of asses, horses´ asses. Finally, because of our paranoia, we had dinner in our hotel room that we bought from a very clean grocery store. Alcohol here is dirt cheap but we were have to wake up at 5am tomorrow to go sandboarding in the desert which is going to cost us an arm and a leg in Peruvian standards. Can´t wait to show you the pictures of us sunbathing in an oasis, or rather snowsuits in AliceL´s case. Adios.
It´s hot and humid here. I´ve never been stared at so much in my life. ¨Japonese! Kanichiwah! Chinas! Pretty woman! Bonita! Bonita chinas! (little boy stares, dad says¨chinas¨)¨ We´re still unsure whether the honking of the taxis are for us or they just like honking.
We felt like Asian celebrities as we came out of the airport to what seemed like a hundred taxi drivers waving with signs with names on them. Our drive to our hotel was somewhat sketch, through abandoned neighbourhoods and ghetto streets. We thought our hotel was safe but below our standards but the metal bars at the front of the doors took it to a whole new level. Our rooms smelled and we placed a bed in front of the door for the night for peace of mind. We discovered that each of us are uniquely paranoid about something.
Brenda = diarrhea
AliceL = getting raped
AliceT = getting robbed
Adrienne = everything
I personally believe my paranoia is the most realistic. AliceT raises her eyebrows at this comment.
Today we spent a good half hour looking for a bank that turned out to be across the street from our hotel. In fact, there were two across the street and then we spent 15 minutes trying to figure out how to use the machines, thank you officer lima. We also watched changing of the guards at the Plaza de Armas, but really Adrienne was watching the snipers on the roof while AliceT thought the guards were literally going to change their clothes in front of us. How very disappointed she ended up being. We then cabbed to Chinatown which had no chinese people, not even in Wah Lok restaurant. Then at Mercado Central we bargained for fruit, AliceT managed to slash a whole 10%, but really 30 cents Peruvian centavos, off a sour sop, which is about 10 cents Cdn. We tried unsuccessfully to bargain for pouches on our way to look at a pile of dirt with a cross on top. And Jorge pinched a lot of asses, horses´ asses. Finally, because of our paranoia, we had dinner in our hotel room that we bought from a very clean grocery store. Alcohol here is dirt cheap but we were have to wake up at 5am tomorrow to go sandboarding in the desert which is going to cost us an arm and a leg in Peruvian standards. Can´t wait to show you the pictures of us sunbathing in an oasis, or rather snowsuits in AliceL´s case. Adios.
7 comments:
Hola!!! wow, u guys sound kinda scared in lima - i'm sure u guys are just nervous being in a strange place. wow-no asians at all?! and strange people honking at u-u guys r a long way from waterloo! Just watch out for each other and stay together at all times. Have fun sandboarding - can't wait to see more pics.
-Senorita Rosita
Sandboarding??? DAAAAMN,
Dri, lemme know if it's anything like snowboarding!
That sounds damn fun! Lucky!!!!!!!!
-Sheila
cool lego man. is he a spaceman?
can't get enough of the chinese food eh, even in s. america. how was it btw?
I've always wanted to visit a place with zero asians, and totally freak them out.
will AL be the only one in a snowsuit?
For your information I´m wearing a tankini. I´d like to clarify that I´m not afraid of being raped. I´m afraid someone will want to rape them and I´m supposed to help out in some way which is why I keep telling them to cover up. We get enough stares when we´re fully clothed, bikinis are sure to draw even more attention.
My bed was moved so that it was adjacent to the door in the hotel to create a blockade for them on our first night.
hahahahaha! you should write more often b, you crack me up. :p
I want to be a damn celebrity!!!! how's the stomach B?? i hope non of u get rapped/robbed....bathing in the oasis sounded fantastic
charles
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