On Thursday we returned together from Cusco to Lima for our final night, in reflective mood.
Ma, Pa and Dan returned to the Marriott, and Jim and I to another great apartment more central to Miraflores. We were straight down the shops for philly and pringles, and pot noodles. To think of the esteemed history of the pot noodle eh? Descended from Incan technology – freeze dried!
Immediately you feel a bit brighter now out of the altitude. There is nothing really discernible when you get to 3000m, just a bit out of breath up stairs. But when you come down there is definitely a change. Its the difference between thinking “Don’t really feel like it” and “Let’s get straight down the shops for some beers!”.
Oxygen’d up, we walked out to eat traditional food at Saqra, outside in the warm evening air.
“What are candied potatoes?”
“They tell you exactly what they think”
One of the owners was creeping around the tables on his crutches to mingle with his guests…..