Once again I find myself in the incredible position of missing British drivers. I arrived in Peru without any mishaps and found the drivers are just as dire as in Ecuador. They may as well duct tape their horn buttons down.
On the way to the hotel we stopped at a set of lights where a somewhat surreal event occured. A man wearing a helmet and carrying a hula-hoop walked out onto the pedestrian crossing, span on his head for half a minute before bowing and walking away. I'm going to assume that he is a typical Peruvian.
At the hotel I found my room was nice enough save for the single glazed window, which considering the incredible enthusiasm with which these people hit their horns, has as much merit as a pedal-powered wheelchair. It is at times like these that I'm glad I have ear plugs with me.
In the evening I went for dinner in the bar where I meet an Austrlian couple who have just finished a tour and two Peruvians who work in the tourist industry. As it turns out I turned up on the last day of a fiesta celebrating Lima so we went out to the Plaza de Armas where there was a concert going on. We were three white people among a sea of Peruvians and I find myself in the strange position of being among the tallest people in the country. This was useful in seeing the boyband that was on stage. Apparently they are poplular here as everyone knew the words. I wasn't particularly impressed with the music but being in the beautiful plaza with thousands upon thousands of people made up for it. It was recommended that I not take my camera with me but at this point I wish I had.
My only negative comment about the concert is that the Peruvians don't seem to know some of the standard concert actions such as swaying lighters for slow songs, jumping up and down like a crazed person and whistling, all of which Michael, the Australian guy who was at this point somewhat inebriated, failed to teach them despite his best efforts. He can really whistle though. That hurt. Needless to say his actions managed to clear us a considerable space to stand in. Cesar, the Peruvian man we met, was much amused by his actions.
From now on I'm not sure how often I'll have access to the internet so my blog entries for the next month will probably come in clumps and at random times. Sorry about that.
On the way to the hotel we stopped at a set of lights where a somewhat surreal event occured. A man wearing a helmet and carrying a hula-hoop walked out onto the pedestrian crossing, span on his head for half a minute before bowing and walking away. I'm going to assume that he is a typical Peruvian.
At the hotel I found my room was nice enough save for the single glazed window, which considering the incredible enthusiasm with which these people hit their horns, has as much merit as a pedal-powered wheelchair. It is at times like these that I'm glad I have ear plugs with me.
In the evening I went for dinner in the bar where I meet an Austrlian couple who have just finished a tour and two Peruvians who work in the tourist industry. As it turns out I turned up on the last day of a fiesta celebrating Lima so we went out to the Plaza de Armas where there was a concert going on. We were three white people among a sea of Peruvians and I find myself in the strange position of being among the tallest people in the country. This was useful in seeing the boyband that was on stage. Apparently they are poplular here as everyone knew the words. I wasn't particularly impressed with the music but being in the beautiful plaza with thousands upon thousands of people made up for it. It was recommended that I not take my camera with me but at this point I wish I had.
My only negative comment about the concert is that the Peruvians don't seem to know some of the standard concert actions such as swaying lighters for slow songs, jumping up and down like a crazed person and whistling, all of which Michael, the Australian guy who was at this point somewhat inebriated, failed to teach them despite his best efforts. He can really whistle though. That hurt. Needless to say his actions managed to clear us a considerable space to stand in. Cesar, the Peruvian man we met, was much amused by his actions.
From now on I'm not sure how often I'll have access to the internet so my blog entries for the next month will probably come in clumps and at random times. Sorry about that.
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