Worlds worst drivers.
I took an evening flight from Iquitos to Lima so arrived at my Hostel late again. At the Iquitos airport they searched my check-on bag, but let me keep the bottles of jungle medicine I had bought from my Guide. They opened them and sniffed them to make sure there was no alcohol in them. Thank goodness I talked my guide out of adding fire-water to them. He wanted to do this to keep the plants from fermenting. By the time I get home they will probably end up being no good, but for the price I paid I figured I would give it a try.
I decided to spend a couple of days in Lima and see what I could see. It is a huge city. The drivers are terrible. Red lights and stop signs seem to mean nothing to them, and they are all blowing their horns constantly. It's all senseless, because they save no time by the way they drive. I must admit though that they don't seem to get into very many accidents. I mentioned this to a Japanese man I visited, and he figured they drove like this because they didn't have any challenges in their lives.
Lima is located along the ocean, which looks like it is 50-100 meters below. The cliffs along the ocean are made out of a very nice looking fist sized pit-run gravel. Something we would love to have access to here in La Ronge. There is a huge beach along the ocean, with people surfing, and also hang-gliding from the cliffs.
I did a city tour on a double-decker bus. I find these types of tours to always be worth it. With a taxi you have no idea on where to go and what to see, and these tours are fairly cheap. There where lots of old buildings mixed in with modern ones and run down ones. Lots of beautiful old churches to look at. And we did do a tour of one, and checked out the catacombs where they had all the human bones sorted and piled up. There was some old Inca ruins we drove by. And lots of people doing things that you would never see done by humans in North America.
There was a modern mall within walking distance of my hostel, that I wasted a few hours at. It is hanging over the edge of the ocean and the locals all seem to flock there to eat at the American type restaurants. I had hoped to find some art galleries in the city, but no-one could direct me to any. Time to get moving again. Next stop, Cuzco.