The City of Kings - Lima
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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The bus terminal is more central that I expected. I workout, I'm just under a mile away from the Plaza de Armas. I compact my gear, gear up, and I trudge off. My bags aren't too heavy, well, to begin with. There is a slight breeze in the air and I feel very safe walking through side streets and busy roads heading towards my destination.
I walk past, Parque de la Cultura, Plaza Grau, Plaza San Martin before reaching Plaza de Armas.
At Plaza de Armas, I'm pretty tired, I figure I'm lugging around 24 kilos between the two bags, and with the sun beating down on my face......progress was becoming slower and slower. I decide to sit on the stairs of Lima Cathedral, well, there is a large crowd of people sitting there, minding their own business. With carrying my large backpack on my back, it makes for a good seat rest, I can lean back comfortably and enjoy the Plaza for the next hour.
More and more collectivo drivers stick their head out of the window to shout 'El Gringo' or 'Hello Gringo', an amusing morning.
I sit for an hour, I try take as many pictures as I can without moving. The debate is how long do I stay in the city for? I have a midnight flight, but would surely enjoy the cool safe setting of an airport, but then I'll be missing out on Central Lima. I figure, I'll try stay as long as I can. I'm determined to find a bus to the airport, which would cost around 20p compared to a 9 quid taxi.
I head off again, walk up to the bronze fountain then head very very slowly towards the Bridge Puente de Piedra, I look at the dirty Rio Rimac as it flows by.
I spot the Monasterio de San Francisco, before taking another well deserved break on the steps of the Cathedral.
I've managed to kill about 7 hours before I begin to feel tired, and head off to find this 20p bus. It meant, a good mile trek, to some busy dual carriageway, where you can pick up a bus from the side of the road. I was looking out for the name 'Faucett' as the airport is on that street. It seemed like the first 50 buses didn't have that name, I decide to continue further down the road, before I spot one.....and it drives by! So I keep walking, luckily, because traffic is so dense, I manage to catch up with the bus and hop aboard. About an hour later we reach the airport.
10 hours to kill. Oh man! This is the 2nd time I've had to kill ten hours at this airport, back in 2006, I had to wait ten hours for a flight back to Amsterdam, and with other flights too, I've already wasted a day of my life stuck in this airport. Anyway, ten hours drift by and before long I'm fast asleep on my plane ready for my next destination!
Miles walked 3.3
Temp 28 C 82 F
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