After several weeks in the highlands of the Andes with the andean people we got a little climate and cultural shock leaving the bus in Lima (Happy that we survived the Andean serpentines taken with 70km/h at night!).
Tom trying to look like a westerner again.
Lima was so different from what we expected. It was a pretty modern and big city offering everything a westerner could wish for. A beach (not the prettiest one) with waves for surfing, green parks with jogging people (though all around Lima we only saw desert), cafés (also the popular one with the green lady), bars (crowded and smoky), and of course big supermarkets that even sell german sausages.
Not only the western coffee culture found it’s way into Peru’s capitol.
We stayed in a hostel in Miraflores, you could also call it the Prenzl‘ Berg of Peru. Little luxurious villas, modern apartment houses and hip youngsters on skateboards. Unfortunately Miraflores is located 7km from the old city core and our hunt for rental bikes was very unsuccessful (no Wifi in the hostel to check upfront). We ended up walking the 7 km along busy roads not providing a single cafe with Wifi. Arrived in the city core we were so tired that we had to take the tourist bus to see all the important buildings, their balconies (Lima is also called the city of balcony due to its many colonial yeah well balconies.), and parks.
Lima’s historical center is crowded with tourist. What else?
The smelling boarder between the historic and and the living Lima. Water is not really a resource they have enough off.
The living Lima clearly is nothing that attracts as many tourists, maybe because the house walls are not as yellow and have less balconies.
I really don’t know, but Lima does not seen to me THE peruvian tourist city, but more a place were people really live and were you can easily fill your days with strolling along the pacific shore (maybe even surf of you dare) and eat good peruvian and international cusine.
It’s becoming modern – it’s getting becoming BIO. You can get some really fancy stuff here, but we still prefer the typical markets.
One guy in the hostel was a chief, preparing typical peruvian meat: guinea pig (peruvian: cuy).
And he did a really good job.
