Imagine our delight when we arrived in Lima thinking - at last we
should get to see a decent movie - and all they were showing was Austin
Powers. We thought it was ghastly when we saw it last September.
We are staying with a family from Belgium who run a pre-school for 3-5
year olds. Very pretty & clean. The family are sweetie pies & more
importantly make very good espresso coffee (almost impossible to find
here. You probably remember ghastly stuff that passes for coffee here)
Stani's Dad warned her this morning that on a list of the 10 most
dangerous countries 5 were in Africa. He's terrified we're going to
go home via this route. Then he started on about Bolivia etc. Stani
said pooh - most of these places are safer than London what with the
bombings. Some girl we met in an internet cafe that is also from London
said it was something to do with a guy who was abused or something by
the police. (Don't know where she got that from as everyone else says
that they've caught the guy & it's some nut that just hates
everybody. She had doubts about our authenticity (as to being from
London) when we didn't recognise his name but then we explained we'd
been away for 2 and a half years she forgave us. Funny thing was she
reckoned Richard had an English accent! (Richard is French) I know his
English has improved but I think that really that's pushing it!
When in Huaraz we went on a 3 day hike to Chavin. We decided to treat
ourselves on our return as we were fed up of being filthy. We had been
happily stomping along the trail when a campensino called us down;
telling us it was much better & faster to follow the river. Suckers
that we are we believed him. Spent the rest of the day not entirely
sure we had followed the correct river & wondering if we had wandered
up the wrong pass (there was this huge mountain in front of us which
was not shown on our map) & trying to hop-scotch over the marshy ponds
- no luck in that direction & ended up just wading through mud up to
our thighs for hours on end. We tried to regain the path but could
never get across the river. At 4500m in the cold it's not much fun.
Stani had joked at the time when we left the campensino that he had
probably just called us down so he could ask for a regalo of matches.
On reflection we believe this to be entirely true - we were totally
loco to leave the trail.
Okay to get to the point. When we returned (11 hour journey - 5 of
which were waiting for the bus, which as with EVERY single bus we have
caught on our journey so far had a flat), we decided we would treat
ourselves & splash out on a nice hotel with cable TV, remote & order
pizza & beer. Oh yeah FAT CHANCE! Despite Huaraz being a gringo town -
no cable TV was to be found. Peruvian TV wasn't exactly to our taste so
we decided we'd just camp as usual but go & blow our dosh on a pizza.
We chose the best pizza place in town, splurged on Absolutes, wine,
desert - the whole hog. Admittedly this blew a whole week's budget
but it was worth it. But as we languished over our espressos a couple
came in & sat at the adjoining table. We got into conversation with
them & found they were as big Absolute fans as us. Thus went the rest
of the evening as we drove from bar to nightclub & tried to drink the
town dry. Our hangovers the next morning suggested maybe we succeeded.
Anyway - they were from Lima & yesterday we met them for lunch. They
took us to a very expensive restaurant & though they only had 3 A&T as
they had to return to work, they insisted we have 5 each, so not being
the total alcoholics we were in London in the good old days we very
merry! They have invited us for a weekend at the country finca & are
going to take us sailing. Oh what a hard life!
We say this because 7 out of 8 of the last cyclists we've met have
been total teetotallers & shuddered at the suggestion of a beer saying
snotty things like "my body is a temple" crap. (we're all for people
taking care of them selves just hate it when they look down on us for
being mere mortals & enjoying the odd vice now & again.)
We're getting really stressed out by the traffic here in Lima. Stani
honestly thinks it's the worst she's ever encountered. Makes NY &
Mexico City seem like babyland. This morning a taxi nearly hit Stani.
She cycled up when he stopped at the lights (a rarity in it itself.
Although most junctions have traffic lights no one pays any attention &
they have to have police to direct the traffic) & asked him to allow
more space as it was dangerous to drive so close & he just started
abusing her for being on the road. We both have been hit from behind
whilst here because the bastards just can't be bothered to go round
you no matter how close you are to the kerb.
If you know any other cyclists who are going to be Ushuaia for the
Millennium please let us know. We are both considering spending it in
Ushuaia & are currently trying to round up as many cyclists as we can &
arrange for a mega party as we know 5 other cyclists who will be there
the same time having completed the Alaska to Ushuaia route. Either that
or find out if a friend is passing in his boat & hitch a ride to NZ.
Yesterday we made lunch for the family we're staying with. Very nice &
civilized with wine & out on the terrace. We were very impressed with
Juanita (the mother - she's Peruvano - the rest of the family is from
Belgium) - she mentioned that she thought Stani wasn't very keen on
kids but it was obvious that Richard liked them. (Absolutely right!)
She also seemed surprised when Stani said that everyone always tells
her that when she gets older that her maternal instincts will develop -
what a pleasant change. Everyone always is horrified when Stani says
she doesn't like kids & inevitably ask her "But why?" Stani normally
responds with "What on earth makes you like kids?" (something Stani
finds totally unfathomable!)
Ciao for Now
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