I write to you as above. A lovely weekend was had by all. Birthday celebrations for Vladimir on Friday which involved coupious amounts of Salsa and some greased up men dancing to Brazilian music (not greased up deaf guys for the benefit of EDD and DAN). Then after a very long night Saturday began with a beautiful lie in which I have not had in a long while and then a walk around and around (I got lost and refuse to read a map and am actually incapable of reading a map anyway).
After his very heavy night on Friday which led to the loss of his glasses Vladimir was not put off the idea of another night out so we headed off to Barranco. Begining the night in a wild way...with coffee and hot chocolates at a lovely small bar before off to the salsa clubs.
Bed at 5am and then up at 9am. Rudolfo collected me in the car, we were all apparently heading to a very good beach a drive away from the city. The sea mist had descended on lima and we decided it was time to head south. We bumped along the dirt roads swerving to avoid large potholes, flower sellers and tuk tuks. We arrived at the beach. The strangest beach I have ever seen. Not the beach itself but the small collection of houses, shops and resturants all clustered at the side of the dirt road, all constructed seemingly from what was washed up and all ghostly as it is low season here. We swam or rather jumped around in the sea, the large waves making it difficult to work on our butterfly strokes. I looked out at the surfers and began to think I prefer to watch them than to join in. As I am writing this however I have spotted out of the corner of my eye my surfing teacher so I will keep my head down and hope that he doesnt noitice the 6 foot tall white poodle headed gringo...I am sure I fit right in!
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