Lima

9-20-08

Lima was a big city. We only stayed for a few days which was good because as I have just said Lima is big and overwhelming. We woke up and found out where an American bar was (typical Americans). We walked about 30 minutes to the bar and when we saw the prices we realized we did not have enough money. So we took a taxi back to the hostel got some more money and walked to the bar...once again. We proceeded to drink beer and watch 8 hours of American football. Absolutely incredible, probably my favorite day in South America (ok that is a lie, but it was extremely enjoyable). We watch Florida stomp Tennessee and then the highlight of the day was definitely watching Georgia make ASU look stupid. Now the score was only 28-10 but Georgia was driving and decided to show some mercy at the 1 yard line by just downing the ball. ASU would not have had that much class if the roles were reversed, but Georgia does and UofA has a better record than ASU. OK enough football talk since I am traveling in South America right now and should be concentrating on Soccer or whatever other sports the rest of the world watches. Cost of food today = $7.00, cost of beer = more than food. The end...good night.

9-21-08

We woke up and the hostel owner lent (loaned? I don't know, I speak spanish now, nos presto) us some fishing poles. These were ocean rods that would about 10 feet long and were prepped and ready to catch some monster fish...or sharks. I was pumped. We walked about a mile to the water, ready to tackle a giant from the sea. We cast our lines in the water, let them soak for a while just like the pros do (about 5 minutes), started reeling in our lines and realized we were both caught on the rocks. About 15 minutes later we were both able to unhook our lines from the rocky depths of the Lima coast. Attempt number 2: I was ready. This time I cast the line so far there was no way I was caught on the rocks. Let my bait soak, just like the pros (3 minutes) went to reel my line in, and this time I had a monster...rock. I fought and fought with this rock, and finally it got the best of me and snapped my line. Oh by the way the same thing happened to Unger. We both went to put new hooks on and try again when we realized the only other hooks we had did not have holes in them. I don't know what you do with a fishing hook that doesn't have holes. But I know what we did, called it a day and walked back to the hostel, dejected from our two extreme fishing failures on this trip. I know the fishing gods are just waiting until we fly fish in Argentina, where we will reel in monster trout and set records, but it is still frustrating right now. I'm a patient fisherman though. Total trip time = 3 hours. Total fishing time = 7 minutes. We went back to the hostel and met our two Swedish friends (Ellinor and Karin) which we had met earlier in the day and decided to get some pizza with them. We went back to the hostel and they taught us how to play Yatzee before we went to bed.

9-22-08

We woke up early and went to the airport to catch our flight to Cusco. They almost bumped us from the flight. Unger had a standby ticket and I had a real ticket but of course I would not abandon my friend so I was willing to wait if he had to wait. But instead we were able to get the last two seats on the plane, in which we sprinted across the tarmac and raced to our seats just as they were closing the doors. We arrived in Cusco, took a taxi to our hostel and walked around Cusco for a few hours. Great city.