dribbling noses

What a frantic few days it has been here back in the hustling and bustling land of Lima. Holly arrived late in the night on Saturday and we were soon off to sleep. I was a hard task master and made her head down to the beach on Sunday morning to watch well I had hoped join in, but she was reluctant seeing the rough grey sea, so Manuel and I took to the waves whilst Holly got to know Willey always keen to try out his English on Gringas!

After a good long surf I showed Holly the sights of Miraflores the Indian Markets and the parks before we headed to the hotel to meet the group. All talk was positive in the evening spurred on by pisco sour it seemed as if I would be able to join the group the next day for the trip. In the cold light of a Monday morning however this had all changed and I waved Holly goodbye.

I was up this morning at 5.30am Manuel kindly decided to phone me to see if I would like to fit in some more surf before heading off. After a few hours i returned to the flat and began a morning of which even Anika Rice with her great experience of rushing around would have been proud. All the forces conspired against my success, with blocked email accounts, internet down cash points not working. I took all this as a sign and admitted defeat. I sat on the pavement outside the hotel for some time head in hands, this is aparently the right posture to adopt if I want to avoide any more unwanted male attention as I was not approached once which is extremely rare here. So here I am trying to decide what to do and worrying about Holly all on her own. So now enough self pity time to stand up shake it out and get started with a plan of action. My vote is head to the bar and think about it there...anyone else joining me?