Day 1- Lima, Peru

I stayed in Miraflores, a suburban place free from child prostitution, street-side cocaine and ´brusquillos´(positive that´s NOT how you spell it) at discotheques, in the words of another savy tour guide (just so my mother knows, the tour did have other humans so no kidney removal was going to be extracted). a brusquillo or however it´s spelt, is a kind of bridge, given to hot latinos who dress up and seduce foreigners for their marriages and visas. how euphemistic is that? sounds so much nicer that mail-order bride, no?

the tour itself was the usual fair, ruins, plazas, changing guards, cathedrals, catatombs (please people bury your dead in the ground) and obnoxious unabashed display of the Catholic church´s wealth from extortion, etc etc. everytime some WASPy American is awed by large, magnificent cathedrals i bite my tongue from saying, really? you LIKE how they make you feel small, irrelevant and guilty helplessness? more than money and greed and sin-free, easy protestantism? but since most people on the tour were full of Catholic pathos and easily outnumbered me i simply appreciated the busts of Jesus and his various poses during death.

there was a beach nearby, where normally there´s sand there is instead rock, lots of them. when the tide pulls back they sound like a deep fryer. the place was full of very white tourists and a small asian who is looking for where the deep fryer is.

food is cheap. had a seafood platter with pisco cocktail for 15 aud. ended up walking home at 10, lost time sampling cubans (they all tasted like smoke), was surprised by how safe it was. i did carry a switch blade on me (11 aud), but besides the horde of beautiful joggers and dog walkers no one was out. the cars still beeped but i learnt by then that was their way of saying, "hello, i am a machismo minded male showing everyone how heterosexual i am by honking at every vag i pass, good day!"

called mother who told me Manny seemed sad. i´m not those losers who anthropomorphises their pets. i know she doesn´t miss me. i know she only wants to know what happened in the next episode of Battlestar and if Adama and Roslin get it on.

the hot water was hot. for 5 minutes. the internet is fast.