We finally made it to South America! 🎉
We went from Amsterdam to Frankfurt, then to Panama City and landed Monday night in Lima. The flights were with Lufthansa (except the last one, that was with Copa Airlines). The food was pretty decent and the flights were all right – the long one is always hard, but it’s because it’s not easy to stay in the sit for the most part of over ten hours. We simply couldn’t work much in that time, it was difficult to concentrate. I find it easier to just watch a few movies and get myself distracted. We took a taxi to our hostel in Miraflores, an interesting district of Lima, which I will write about in a future post.
Today I wanted to talk about two things: Sebastian’s tale and our free walking tour.
Let’s start with the tour. We went with Free Walking Tour Peru and it was fun. We met in the BarBarian Bar and got a free 0,1l craft beer. The bar is very cool and I highly recommend you to have
many a few beers there! We even felt at home, as we saw Früh Kölsch. 🙂 We went then together downtown by bus. The tour was very interesting, as the guide was a local and gave us important tips (for example that, in order to avoid getting counterfeit money, we should, after withdrawing money, go into the bank and changing our 100 banknotes into 10s and 20s). He also told much us about the Peruvian culture and the history of the country. We went together to an art gallery and he explained a few paintings. I found the book from Pablo Amaringo about his ayahuasca visions very cool. Basically, he made drawings while he drank ayahuasca about the visions that he had. We went to Rimac, an old part of Lima where the name “Lima” seems to have its etymological roots – Rímac > Limac > Lima. Rímac is the name of the river that passes in that region and means in Quechua “the talking river”. In the end of the tour, we went on the rooftop of the Restaurante Plaza San Martin and enjoyed the view of the Plaza San Martín. The final stop was at a bar where I was invited to make the pisco sour, a local type of cocktail. It was fun and delicious. 🙂
Now, you are probably wondering what is the tale of “el alemán”, so I won’t let you wait any longer for it.
After the free walking tour, we were hungry and decided to find a place and eat something. After wandering around for half an hour, we decided to enter a very very local restaurant called El Pez Cholo. Everything was only in Spanish and there seemed to be only Peruvians there. The whole menu (soup, main course, jello for dessert and a drink) cost only 9 soles per person (2-3 Euros). Well, you should be very hungry before you eat there because they serve A LOT of delicious food. The bowl of vegetable soup alone actually would have been enough. But, as we ordered, I still had the tortilla de verduras (a vegetable omelet with rice) and Sebastian had a trucha frita (fried fish) with rice and salad. Here comes the interesting part. Sebastian isn’t hmm the most South American looking guy, right? Blond, tall and with blue eyes, he somehow draws attention to himself. All people in the restaurant noticed him. All. Of. Them. But not in a bad way. They were curious about where he came from and some wanted to talk with us. It’s okay, as I said, the restaurant was very local. The small issue was that he doesn’t really speak Spanish. So I had to translate it back and forth. 🙂 It was quite interesting to discuss politics with a very left-wing lawyer. Tho he was a bit offended as we declined his invitation to drink a beer and keep talking, but we were really full and I was a bit tired of translating, I must confess. We also talked to the waitress and to the owner of the restaurant. It was so much fun! They were so nice and genuinely interested in us. It was also funny to be reminded that Sebastian. Really. Doesn’t. Look. Like. A. Local. In. South. America. hihi
After that lunch that took almost three hours, we headed back to the hostel and I’m writing this. Later we are going to watch the Peru x New Zeeland match with the people from our hostel. The Peruvians are really excited about the game, as they haven’t been qualified to the World Cup for 36 years now (as I’ve heard). “Futebol” seems to be very important to them (as it is to most South Americans).