Saturday, March 14, 2009

March 2009 - Peru







San Francisco -



Hannah hit the mall in downtown and got herself a fitted coat that looked like a 3/4 cotton trench coat. They were coupled together for the rest of the stay. She modified the West Coast look by adding rubber slippers to the ensemble. The fashion runway travelled through Miami and on to Lima.


The fear of getting sick in Peru, a dirty third world country was trumped when Nicole got sick from eating a vegitarian burrito in the San Fancisco airport. She was burping it up for a day and a half and kept saying she should have just thrown up on the flight to Miami. Boarding a plane, in close quarters, Nicole was feeling pretty claustiphobic (she doesn´t even like putting the blanket over her head). I watched her trying to sleep with a vomit bag in her hand. She arrived in Lima with a very sensitive stomach.























Lima -





We`re staying at a small hotel on the cliffs over looking the ocean. Even during their off season the waves are shoulder high. The place in an old upper class English lodge type house that belongs to a famous Peruvian artists. It looks that way from the coffee table books of his work. His daughter transformed the house into a 8 room hotel with paintings, sculptures, ceramics all left displayed through out the home. The old artist, who is 80, lives in a smaller place steps down the cliff, next to the pool.

Of course, Hannah and Ava went straight to the pool. Decorated with a water spouting Puma´s head, the pool became the place of residence as the hotel dogs constantly jumped in the pool after the girls. The old man still works at art every day and would shuffle back and forth from his apartment, across Hannah and Ava´s pool to his workshop where he would weld and grind away at his sculptures. He didn´t speak much english, but got a kick out of the kids and dogs splashing around. The single railing, wet concrete, and 20 foot drop onto the concrete below didn´t seem to bother him much.

Close to the hotel is the plaza to the Barrancio district where we´re staying in Lima. At sunset it´s filled with locals hanging out on benches and lovers holding hands, bodies, and lips like high schoolers. They really like to show their affection. It´s hard to navigate the sidewalks and find a restraurant with all the friendly activity.

As the point man of the group because of my high school spanish, the comedy has been high as Nicole even reminds me of words I have forgotten and she has remembered from earlier in the day.

From Lima its a 8 hour bus ride to the Coordierra Blanca. The video all the passengers just in case one of them happens to be a robber who will make their identity known latter on in the trip. It´s seems to be a good deterent, we didn´t get robbed. Peru is a dessert of sand and ocean until a river from the Andes makes it´s way down and a fertile farmed valley emerges. 4 hours of this until we take one of the river valleys up and into the mountain. Then the road snakes it´s way up into fog, rain and very narrow roads. The gaurd railing consist of 1 foot high cement blocks which are painted yellow and black so that everyone knows that the black abyss below is reall danger to drive into. I think it´s better that we can´t see anything because of the dark.

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