PERU
We started off in LIMA...where there is much partying, little sleeping and much chillin´. The houses are amazing in the
barrio of Barranco and because it is right on the ocean, it feels like you are next to the PCH and in Santa Monica.
Then it was off to Huaraz....and trekking where we stayed at The Way Inn in town.
Then stayed at The Lodge, a magnificent place up in the mountains owned by the same
people....look at the fiew from the ´croquet field´.
We decided it would be a good idea to acclimate a little more and try out a day hike to really get ´warmed up´ for Huayhuash. I thought
I would die walking up to Lake Churup. It is an ascent of 750m. so it wasn´t easy but damn, it feels like a ton of bricks is on your chest
while you try to get a lungful of oxygen! But it was a good idea, and obviously it was a gorgeous hike! We did do a little scaling of rocks
and I almost fell down a cliff whilst Celene took her go-go gadget legs allowed her to miraculously navigate the crevice. I don´t know how
she made it. The good news was my 25$ boots were working out fabulously. Although that would not exactly be the case the second day
in of the Huayhuash Circuit.....
The Soccer game was a riot, almost literally. The crowd was intense and the
police presence was definitely extreme. The flares were a nice touch though,
the crowd loves it´s futbol....
Although I do not have photographic evidence,
there exists a situation in the bars of Lima,
especially in the ´Bierhaus´ that we have
never come across before. There are women,
beautiful Peruvian women, who are chasing
gringos like it was their job. For some it is, for
others the potential promise of a ticket out is
too good to resist. Men were being surrounded
and made to feel as if they were kings. A
couple Brits I talked to said that it really starts
messing with your head. A Canadian summed
it up, ¨I´m popular here and I´ve never
been popular in my life!¨ Craziness.
Nevertheless, we escorted these guys to the
bar but they found their own way back to the
hostel...most not alone.









Back in Huaraz...we stayed an extra night before returning to Lima so we could meet up with Mike, our
Aussie friend. He understands all the subtle nuances of Eddie Murphy´s Delirious stand up routine and
we routinely crack each other up. He arrived at 5am with his brother and a Swed named Jim in tow....
That night it was off to Trece Buhos for Extreme Jenga, then to an Eighties night at a bar. Too bad it
turned out to be PERUVIAN 80´s. boo.
Lucho, owner of Trece Buhos, was the biggest
Peruvian I´ve ever seen. Plus he was always
dancing. continuously. Those that topple the
Jenga tower must take a shot of his specially
prepared ´coco-pisco´ which is a bottle of
liquor with coco leaves soaking in it. Celene
took a shot, then another because it was a gift.
Then I took two in a row....
I´d say there was too much coco pisco involved this evening...
The most interesting phenomenon, which
Celene and I discovered the day previous,
was the free samples of rum the
supermarkets want you to try. I´d say
this brand was a bit rough....