Today was mainly about food.
Breakfast was steak served by a Peruvian cockney.
Lunch was churroz pastries from a roadside lady not a day younger than Jesus.
To burn off the calories, I spent the afternoon chasing pigeons around the catacombs to get the perfect picture and then tried to explain why I was doing it, to a curious old man who stood and watched the whole display. How did I account for my eratic behaviour?
Pigeon-English, of course!
Dinner was at Norky´s - it may sound like a Frat House film but it was truly splendid. Europe doesn´t have an equivalent but this is Peru´s solution to the South American Meat Mountain.
You can see the foothills in Lima´s old town pedestrian precinct. The climb is hard but the view from the top is spectacular.Take a gentle hike past the kidneys and leap over the the liver, climb the chicken, scale the beef, rope yourself up for the lamb ascent and push onto the pork summit.
When it was over, they brought a stretcher and carried Clare and I back to the hotel - complete with a doggy bag for the three kilos of french fires that never even got a look in.
You may die in the process but people will talk in hushed and reverant tones about the achievement.
Before bed we confronted Lima´s unspoken curiosity.
All the female manequins have infeasibaly large breasts. I tried to find out why but sometimes gestures are not the right way to ask delicate questions.
Answers on a post-card.
Breakfast was steak served by a Peruvian cockney.
Lunch was churroz pastries from a roadside lady not a day younger than Jesus.
To burn off the calories, I spent the afternoon chasing pigeons around the catacombs to get the perfect picture and then tried to explain why I was doing it, to a curious old man who stood and watched the whole display. How did I account for my eratic behaviour?
Pigeon-English, of course!
Dinner was at Norky´s - it may sound like a Frat House film but it was truly splendid. Europe doesn´t have an equivalent but this is Peru´s solution to the South American Meat Mountain.
You can see the foothills in Lima´s old town pedestrian precinct. The climb is hard but the view from the top is spectacular.Take a gentle hike past the kidneys and leap over the the liver, climb the chicken, scale the beef, rope yourself up for the lamb ascent and push onto the pork summit.
When it was over, they brought a stretcher and carried Clare and I back to the hotel - complete with a doggy bag for the three kilos of french fires that never even got a look in.
You may die in the process but people will talk in hushed and reverant tones about the achievement.
Before bed we confronted Lima´s unspoken curiosity.
All the female manequins have infeasibaly large breasts. I tried to find out why but sometimes gestures are not the right way to ask delicate questions.
Answers on a post-card.
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