Peru Diary

Sept  9: Left Kendal amidst torrential rain and thunder. The streets were awash, and gutters overflowing. At Heathrow, five hours later just before midnight, all was dry - and deserted. I occupied an uncomfortable seat by a revolving door & tried to settle down.

Sept 10: 00:15 I am reminded in English & French not to leave my bags unattended
              00:30 I am reminded in English and Spanish not to leave my bags unattended
              00:45 I am reminded in English and German  not to leave my bags unattended,
and so on through the night.....Amazing how thorough cleaning staff can be at 03:00 too.View from Hotel
04:00 join the queue at the check-in desk
I woke n ( where n is a number less than bearable, but greater than reasonable) hours later, in a window seat - I must have changed planes in Madrid - with a view down onto endless forest with the odd  winding brown river snaking through tree cover. I began to think  the Amazon rainforest is  definitely endless when the colour changed, and from 10,000 m it was difficult to see exactly why, but it looked like cleared land for grazing, although there were no signs of any settlements. then back to dark forest again, with the occasional small clearing, mine or river to break the  pattern. Dramatic storm clouds punctuated the scene, and on occasion, blocked the view completely. As we approached the Andes the clouds built up higher and below the forest pattern began to break up into ripples of valleys and ridges. At the first glimpse of snow the plane was engulfed in the cloud, and that was it for views until just before landing when the cold dark waters of the Pacific appeared dangerously close below my seat.
18:00 (Peru time) I am reunited with my luggage, add a stamp to my passport and am met by (strangely) a Peruvian-looking man who drives me through the combi-filled traffic to my hotel in Miraflores, the coastal hotel district of Lima. We passed Waikiki Playa en-route...
20:00 with a little remaining energy I headed out onto the streets to find a light meal - and a small bottle of Cuzco beer & pasta later I headed back to the hotel - spurning the (tempting) charms of an innocent (ha ha) looking woman suggesting coffee (etcetera) and a meeting (same place, 20:00) tomorrow!

No sign of the  Incas yet - the view from the hotel window....

Sept 11:

Miraflores mirroredTime to explore the Miraflores district of Lima - it is the area with many of Lima's hotels - no inspiring architecture here. I tried the sea front first - to watch the mist and low cloud drift in from the sea. One or two surfers were trying their luck in the dark-looking sea way below the cliff-top lookout by the LarcoMar shopping and restaurant complex that perches on the distinctly unstable looking pebbly cliffs. Apart from the surfeit of Alpaca wool shops this modern complex could be anywhere in the (commercial) world.  So, back through Miraflores to look for the South American Explorers Club HQ -- which when I first saw it I thought it was closed, as the gate to this suburban house stuck amongst rectangular office blocks was locked. However, this was just top security & eventually I was let in to peruse the mass of information on everything to do with travelling in Peru. I am not sure though that the $60 joining fee is worthwhile just to help me plan my 10 free days at the end of the Ramblers tours I am leading...
Huaca Pucllana
More back-street walking brought me to Huaca Pucllana - at last something truly ancient - in this case from about 500 AD. From one angle this just looked like a huge pile of dirt, as it has lost a little of its original pyramid form in the last 16 centuries. It is still 400m long and 22m high nevertheless. It was also just made of adobe bricks laid in 'bookshelf' form with space between each 'book'; an incredible structure, and amazing that it is still there given the number of earthquakes over its lifetime. After the guided tour it was time to hunt for food, and behind one of the main roads I found an arcade with lots of little cafés offering a set menu for around 6 sol i.e. about £1.20. Apart from the fact that it was luke warm, and the volume of rice to chicken was 15:1, it was fine! By this time, around 3pm, the level of pollution in the air from traffic was rising & I understood why the street cleaners were wearing masks. I escaped to the hotel to avoid the fumes.

Miraflores reflection

Huaca Pucllana       

Some time later I headed back to the sea front to find a place to eat. I found that OK, and had a tasty sea-bass in spinach & cheese sauce, but I couldn't find my wallet at the end of the meal - yes, the legendary pick-pockets of Lima had struck...however, forewarned is forearmed, and the wallet only contained enough to pay for the meal and one credit card, which I duly cancelled once I had got back to my room & checked under the bed for any stray wallets! One card down, only three more to go....

Sept 12

Lima transportCarefully emptying my pockets, I set out for Lima centre. This involved standing on the side of the road and trying to identify which of the hundreds of rattling and smelly combis vying for passengers actually went in the right direction. As the Avenida Arequipa goes virtually the whole way from Miraflores to the centre then any bus where the conductor is shouting "todo Arequipa" is the best bet. One sol (i.e 20p) later, having had a swerving and stop-start journey, I got out about 1.5 k from the centre of Lima.

Walking in the general direction of the Plaza de Armas I began to dislike Lima yet more - there are few attractive buildings - the ones that exist are swamped by unfinished looking concrete boxes. Smelly traffic was everywhere, and half the roads were under construction. I should have been impressed that there was an almost total lack of big international chain shops, but somehow that added to the run-down appearance of the centre. And why were there so many shoe shops (and why were half of those Bata shoe shops?).

The Plaza Grau, submerged in traffic
View across the Rio Rimac

Looking forward to a view over the river from the old fortifications I was somewhat disappointed to find an almost dry river bed looking more like a linear gravel quarry. The scene was brightened up though by the pastel shaded houses clinging to a hill on the far side of the river.


The band fails to move a dogMy general negative feelings were improved somewhat by the rousing sounds of the military brass band accompanying the changing of the guard at the President's Palace and the amusing marching step of the guards - a cross between the goose-step and a ballet move! Given that I will be having a conducted tour of the centre with the group in a fortnights time I decided just to wander around  - and after an hour or so of that all I wanted to do was head back out of the centre again! Fighting through the people trying to sell me software around the bus stop I managed to pick the right bus that headed back to Miraflores.
View across the Rio Rimac
The military band fails to wake all the spectators..            


In the evening my spirits are raised again as I came across  a small amphitheatre in the Parque Central in Miraflores packed with mainly middle aged Peruvians singing and dancing the evening away. From a distance I thought it was a political or religious rally; close up it was a lot of people just having fun!

As the group arrives tomorrow this blog is likely to dry up somewhat.....

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