hang on st christopher

rode with the night and woke up in Trujillo.
took a while to master the art of finding a cabbie that diddnt look like a pedafile.
found a solid modern art musuem outside of town.
the place had some fucking bold paintings and the cafe served whiskey, only whiskey.
sadly things went down hill after that, 8 hours to kill in a town that requires its citizens to dump their shit on the streets and its restaurants to serve sides of yucca with pubic hair.
our marlboros and newly acquired lack of shame helped us pull through.
night bus number 2.
woke up, busted down the door and said hello to Lima.

happy happy happy.
a city that lives.

Been hanging out around the main plaza and singing bob dylan for the pigeons.
Walked along with a massive funeral procession, it was kinda like the michael jackson thing at home, just a peruvian version.
Saw a gorgeous franciscan church with an impressive collection of books and human bones.
(we also bought our much needed st christopher medals there, but we couldnt find any holy water so we blessed them ourselves)
The meals have been good and long, the highlight being a dulce de leche filled churro which we stared at for 45 minutes before finally buying. (we also went for our first grocery shopping trip, the plan was supplies for a proper dinner, but we only got as far as cheese, bread, wine and tangerines......)
Lima has also greatly improved our car dodging skills, traffic is legit here.
(we pretend that we´re playing frogger while we weave our way around angry cabs)
We also saw a car light up in flames while riding the bus today, a little trippy and a little wild.
The hostel is chill, once again our fellow travelers are a little older and more serious than we would like, but its good because we have our own little smoking box outside with a nice catcus garden and we keep the malbec in our room. The concierge wears a very tight and acid washed canadian tuxedo, I can´t look at him without laughing, it´s kinda embarrassing.
Our hostel is in Miraflores, but we like to call this part of town MIIIIAAMI since its posh, latin, and by the sea. The coastline really delivers, planning on spending the day there tommorrow and reading, Ally is reading Moby Dick and she´s thinking of become a whaler or a pirate so it should be good for her.
On a cultural note; social manners are quite different here.
The people like to stare, apparently the two of us are something that they´ve never seen before.
And the brave ones like to repeat ¨hello, hello, hello, hello......¨
But we´re two steps ahead of those fools, we pretend that Ally´s spanish is the best, and watch them struggle...........
Leaving for Arequipa tommorrow.
It was good while it lasted, but movement is better...........