Where does this bus go? It doesn’t matter.

Sunday, August 24th, 2014

Lima, Peru

Around 10am I am waking up for a full day in Lima. As I slowly get ready for the day, I turn to Laura and ask what should we do in Lima. She has no idea and neither do I. In the planning frenzy to hike the Inca Trail we never actually considered doing anything in Lima. 

We know that Miraflores is the best neighborhood and that is where we are staying. We decide to walk to the beach and on the way, find a Starbucks. We stop and order large coffees in to-go cups. I feel grateful to find this comfort so far from home. 

Once we hit the beach, we end up at Larcomar, which is a big shopping center, on a cliff, overlooking the ocean. It is beautiful and located next to a dog park, where basically everyone has a standard-sized schnauzer. Admittedly it looks slightly like parts of the westside of LA, but it’s filled with schnauzers… so I am happy. It looks nothing like Texas… so Laura is happy too.

We eat breakfast at a place called Mango Café. Laura suggests that we order a cocktail called pisco sour with breakfast. It’s five o’clock somewhere, so I agree this is a good idea. A pisco sour is basically a margarita with pisco, a liquor made from grapes. It tastes okay, but it’s definitely sour. For food, I order the potato omelet and fresh bread. Laura orders veggie pasta, which will be the first of many… being a vegetarian in South America is not easy. The food does not disappoint, even paired with the pisco sours. The Peruvians really know how to cook and will prove it over and over again throughout this trip.

After breakfast, we wander around for a little bit. The view is nice, but there’s really not much else to do. As if on cue, a tour bus sort of appears in our path. At first, we walk past it and then after a few seconds turn back to investigate. The bus is parked and there is no visible guide handing out flyers or selling tickets. There is also no sign.

Clearly, we need to get on this bus.

As we approach a woman appears and sells us tickets. I halfheartedly ask where the bus goes but don’t understand what she says. It doesn’t matter though, there is nothing else to do and we are getting on this bus

Eventually, the bus takes off and we are treated to intermittent English explanations amongst longer and apparently funnier Spanish explanations of the passing sights. I gather that we are passing one of the very few pre-Incan ruins and that we will soon stop in Barranco. Barranco is an adorably hip neighborhood in Lima with cafes, old buildings, open markets, and beautiful views. We find ourselves following a guide in an orange vest on a walking tour. This is the first time that either of us has been on a walking tour, and honestly, it feels a little touristy. We are eventually herded back onto the bus and driven to the next stop.

Had we been paying attention when we purchased the bus ticket, we would have known that the next stop is Peruvian catacombs. While the tombs of wealthy religious and political figures in Europe are basically creepy… the tombs Lima are definitely creepy. For starters, there are no tombs, only the combined graves of the middle class who were sold false burial plots underneath the church. Instead of dedicating burial plots to the families who purchased them, the church basically crammed as many bodies as they could in the basement over the course of the years. Eventually, they made the excessively nefarious decision to catalog the bones by separating them into bins of similar varieties. As a bus tourist we are able to view these bins.

In addition to the catacombs, we visit a monastery, the church on top of the catacombs, and see the outside of the presidential palace. Around 5pm, the bus tour is complete.

In Lima, 5pm is the hour where all of the cute schnauzers go in for the night and all of the cute cats come out. Lima is overrun with tame, well-fed, clean stray cats. I even find a cat that looks like my cat back home. I shamelessly chase him around taking as many photos as I can get. 

For dinner, we find a quaint café on a side street with a good menu and an overzealous host. He promises us an outside table, tasty food, and a “romantic” atmosphere. Laura and I insist that romance is not a requirement… nonetheless he gives us his best table.

For dinner, I order the chicken relleno, which includes cream cheese and it is amazing. Laura orders a veggie casserole and we both rave about the food.

After dinner, we wander around aimlessly for the rest of the night. Alternating between petting stray cats and ordering beer in various pubs. We end the evening at a late-night deli, which also serves beer and dessert. Here, I order my first churro ever! Actually, I decide to order two – one stuffed with dulce de leche and the other with chocolate. They are great and pair surprisingly well with the beer.

Around midnight we head back to our hotel. We have an early flight to Cusco… its T- 2 days until we hike the Inca Trail!