Wednesday, 9 April 2008

nearly time for supper so i must be quick

Oh my goodness I must be one of the biggest computer dunces! I have been trying to post for days only to realise today that I was entering the wrong address! I must add this to my list of general failings such as inability to open drinks cartons or scew the lid back on a bottle.

I hope that this message finds everyone well and content. I must certainly am if a little dusty, lungs full of fumes and fingernails encrusted with pre-inca Lima culture dirt...mmm what a nice picture I paint of Lima!

All is great here i am really enjoying myself meeting some lovely people from all around the world apart from the American hugely over weight man with hair the colour of an unwashed carrot who told me he spends his time here chasing girls I should think he has to chase them that is all I can say.

Well what can i tell you about Lima to give you an impression if you have not visited it before...

Lima is very much a feast for the senses, it is full to the brim with sights, sounds and smells.
The brightly coloured and odly named old American school buses that pound down the streets, men in blue uniforms hang out of their doors shouting the bus route, the flavour of roasted chicken that hangs in the air near the park in Miraflores, the fumes pumped from a fast food resturant, the men who all in blue overalls and peaked caps shine shoes for the smartly dressed businessmen, the street sweepers in their garish orange overalls carry what llok like props from a film of the borrowers, oversized old fashioned brooms and dustpans, the blind begger man who stands tapping his cane and calling out, the cars are perhaps the most notable and prevalent prescence in the city. They push and shove each other jostling for position on the busy streets sounding their multivarious horns at the slightest provication. If you so much as look up when walking a taxi of some description will pull up beside you to negotiate a price. All is frantic.


I dont know if this long and rambling paragraph helps to paint a picture of a city that even after such a short time has really gotten under my skin, both metophorically as well as literally but I must now go and eat sleep and maybe fit in some merriment!

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