My arrival back in Lima was rather uneventful, though it was a fun few days. First I had to wait in some extremely impressive lines to go through customs. But at least this time I had a friend to talk to. A woman who stayed at Camping Minihoa with me. And she being the more organized of the two of us, she had a taxi waiting for her as well as a reservation lined up at the next hostel. Unlike me who had a name of a guy and thoughts to return to the same hostel as last time (Flying Dog).
Instead I opted to share taxi costs and just ended up going to where she was going. This turned out to be one of the best things to do. While far from my cinema and my laundry ladies, it was in a beautiful part of Miraflores and the hostel staff was absolutely incredible. By far, I think it is my favourite hostel on this entire trip.
My original room was supposed to be with these four Indian guys, but at nearly midnight one of the guys was snoring so badly it sounded like his lungs were flapping. I decided to ask if their was another room available, which it turned out their sort of was and sort of wasn’t. The staff room had an extra bed apparently, so that is where I would go. Perhaps the funniest part, other than admiring the loudness of the snoring, was when the receptionist said to me “don’t be Canadian nice, you can sleep in the staff room if you want.” Apparently, Canadians, we have a reputation.
The next morning I found myself hauling all my laundry to the same laundry and dry cleaning shop I went to last time. With my infamous backpack.
Otherwise, I did what I have always seemingly done in Lima. I watched movies. I ate food. And I even read a little.
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