Since the sun was out on Thursday (my last day in Lima), i spent the morning on the "beach" getting some rays before grabbing lunch at nice cafe. After updating the blog (and bumping into my brother´s friend... random), went to get my bus to Arequipa. The bus was the poshest, comfiest bus I´ve ever been on, especially since I´d bought a downstairs leather reclining seat. Probably the comfiest chair I´ve ever sat on..! Hehe. Surprisingly, since i had a woman and 2 year old daughter beside me, who ok was oh so cute but who slept on me pretty much the whole way, I got some good sleep too. Woke up in he morning to frankie and the power of love, the passing landscape of dusty hills, little roadside "towns" - tiny (probably self built) buildings, with an open door/window for selling things, and people out working the fields. With this view, in my probably still tired state, being to only "gringo" for miles and due to the fact the bus was now blarring out sad love song videos (celine dion, lionel richie, brian adams...?!) i started to feel a little emotional realising I was so far from home.