First stop: Lima

6 USD for a cerveza and fresh cebiche. Not bad.

6 USD for a cerveza and fresh cebiche. Not bad.

I got into Lima on Wednesday relatively hassle-free. I lucked out on a great hostel, Barranco Backpacker´s Inn, owned by a Brit named Chris and his Peruvian right-hand-woman, Rakel, an aspiring swimsuit designer. I´ve already met a fair amount of solo world travelers here, mostly dudes, many who are also on “round-the-world journeys”. There´s a crew of Mormon dudes from Utah in my dorm. They all speak impeccable Spanish. Who knew. A 76-year-old German man living in LA also arrived today. We hazed him.

Brian has been traveling back and forth to South America for many years and plans to move his life here from London permanently. He says travel has made him "more engaged in life". Good luck, Brian

Life of Brian: Brian has been traveling back and forth to South America for many years and plans to move his life here from London permanently. He says travel has made him "more engaged in life". Good luck, Brian

My friend Dayo, an Australian-born Nigerian. He has great style and is traveling 5 continents, next is Venice Beach. One of his goals is to be a more adventurous eater. I had to finish his cebiche pescado when he realized everything was raw. Good luck, Dayo.

My friend Dayo, an Australian-born Nigerian. He has great style and is traveling 5 continents, next is Venice Beach. One of his goals is to be a more adventurous eater. I had to finish his cebiche pescado when he realized everything was raw. Good luck, Dayo.

For fresh seafood, Lima can´t be beat at lunchtime. After continuing my ceviche-binge for the first 24 hours here (Cebiche Pescado, Cebiche Concha Negra, Cebiche Erotico, oh my!), I decided to switch gears and head into Barrio Chino, Lima´s Chinatown, for some Peruvian Dim Sum and to pay homage to my heritage whilst abroad. Many naysayers had warned me that Central Lima (where Barrio Chino is located) is dirty, polluted, loud, dangerous, and hardly worth visiting. This is was all true, but I found myself reveling in Central Lima´s façade-less honesty and embracing the adventure it presented. More on that later. Or never. Some memories are better left unshared.

I did see these bones in the catacombs of Monasterio San Francisco, however. They are definitely worth sharing.

Anyway, my time in Lima was finished off wtih spending time in the Barranco, the colorful, artsy neighborhood I stayed in, reminiscent of the Coyoacan area of Mexico City crossed with Santa Fe.

outside my hostel window

Barranco: outside my hostel window

Below: The beautiful colors of Barranco.pc130855

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"Graffiti"

"Graffiti"

On my last night, I discovered a bohemian liquor bar full of old-time artists and dragged 3 dudes from my hostel to enjoy some sardine sandwiches and drinks with me. Later the Aussie told me the bar was written about in Lonely Planet. Oh well. The guy who thought he discovered America only to learn that Christopher Columbus had already staked his claim must have felt the same way.

Below: Juanito´s- a one man show of sandiwches, brews, ´tails, and a good ol´time of how Ernest Hemingway would have lived if he ever made it to Lima.

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~ by ceciliabien on December 15, 2008.

One Response to “First stop: Lima”

  1. is that juanitos bar? did you ever try the tiraditu?

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