So landing after a flight from hell which was boiling hot and had no... I repeat NO TV on the back of the seat in front of me was soul destroying enough as it was. However what I did not expect was to then stand up to get off the plane and realise I am a good ft taller and the most flat chested/ pancake bummed than the other lads and curvy beautiful ladies around me... Watch out Peru, I'm pale, I'm lanky, I'm tall and I'm coming to salsa in a bar near you.
I then meet my taxi driver, who is an ultimate babe, he kept talking to me in Spanish and I obvs had no idea what he was saying so I just smiled, laughing whenever he did in a very blonde (ok ginger) fashion. I would ask for example how many minutes it would take to get the the beach, he responded saying "6 million people"... Yeah ok we are so lost in translation.
The air smelt I biscuits and eat and the odd scent of piss. The roads where hectic the odd naked girl poster in the bus windows.
I arrive at the hostle. I shower. I find the Scott's (yes unfortunately I am being force to travel with Scottish, ew). Then after a brief coffee and catch up we are off to explore.
We find ourselves in Plaza San Martin which was a very Spanish looking square. We then stumbled across some book shops selling century old DVDs and magazines. We then jumped aboard a local bus to Punto Hermosa (a lush beach darlenz). During the 2 hour ride I was gob smacked by the scenes I saw. The slums which covered the mountains would change to desert like scenery in seconds then back to small markets and stray dogs then to some snazzy apartments then back to slums... Totally bazzar and eye opening.
We got to the beach and I was instantly distracted by the surfers... Real life proper surfers just doin thur thannggg in the Pacific. God damn they are good looking. Then aftee having a dip in the sea (not venturing in further than hip depth, unlike Lou the crazy YOLO gal oh went up to her neck in it, classic crazy Lou Lou) I had a sunbath and obvs caught a glowing tan and I now look like a Latino, lanky, flat chested hun.
On the bus on the was back we met a cute Peruvian guy. Who was 50, married, took pictures with us and found it hilarious because we where so white and tried I set us up with his 21 year old son.
Back to the hostel we went where I am now sat on a bean bag with a very sweaty back, feeling tipsy after one Peruvian cocktail an excited for our next adventure tomorrow when we centre north to the beaut beaches of Mancora. Gonna be well lush.