The Journey Begins...
I woke up this morning, smiling in anticipation. I think the gloriousness of the day contributed to my stellar review of continental breakfast at the Los Angeles La Quinta, because that shit was goooood.
My first flight to Houston was one of the most comfy flights I´ve ever had. The highlight was the outlets under the passenger seats, a phenomenon I'd never seen before. Video screens were plastered on the back of the headrests, complete with free movies, games, tv shows, etc. I played Texas Hold Em with other passengers before catching a few ZZZ´s. Our flight got in about ten minutes late and with only a one hout layover, we started haulin' ass... for no reason, apparently, because our flight to Lima was an hr and a half late. They notified us that the plane we were supposed to take was struck by lightning so they had to find a new one. Joy. No video screens, no outlets, just an overzealous mustached man who wanted to share way to much. (I´m also pretty sure he was reading this as I was writing it in my journal... didn´t stop him from chatting though.)
We finally got into Lima around midnight and was greeted (along with about 70 others) with a sign with my name one it ¨Emilie Coihn¨... close enough.
Driving through Lima nostalgically reminded me of Mexico, back in the day. Ah the good 'ol days when you could walk across the border without fear of getting shot.
After a 20 minute drive we got to our Hostel, which one can only hope is on the low scale of things, as far as hostels go. It was called ¨The flying dog hostal¨but by the looks of things, I think ¨Three-legged, dying dog¨would have been more appropriate. But I´m not picky.
We immediately asked for two cervesas which were delivered cold and huge and did not disappoint! We attempted to play pool on a table that I can only assume was donated by a Salvation Army. There were only 4 solids, so we decided that the 13 and the 15 stripes would count as my solids and the 4 would be played as the 8ball because that was non-existant as well. This would have sufficed had I not realized, that there were three 13´s on the table with totally screwed the whole plan. We played anyway and had a good laugh. We drank our Peruvian, Tranca, beers and retired.