3-2-1...oh my god i feel sick. the plane just took off from lima and we're soaring thickly in the bright clouds. god, i hate flying. i keep imagining a morbid newscast announcing the death of some unfortunate americans on this peruvian flight to cusco.
so,lima was generally boring, though worth the two-day glance. upon arrival, we were hounded by taxi drivers announcing their services. exhausted by our travels, we settled on the very first driver (for 45 soles)to lead us to Miraflores. The trip took about forty minutes, although i don't think the driver knew exactly where he was going. fortunately, i had written down the name (inka lodge) and address of our hostel prior to departure.
upon entering the hostel, we were greeted in friendly spanish. i had emailed the hostel the day before about a change in dates, as i had accidentally reserved the wrong days. this was no problem, and the woman kindly handed me a key to the room. the hostel itself was very clean--despite the musty-smelling air. it boasted two computers with free internet and plenty of tourist information in the lobby. the guests were relatively quiet, and tended to go to sleep quite early. such an environment was like nothing i have ever experienced in any hostel. the serenity was a nice break; however, i am more than happy to be on my way to cusco.
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