'Leaving Los Lima'
I hadn't even heard of Hauraz, but I did know that if I wasn't outa Lima pronto, I may well find myself sitting at the Hostel bar each night turning my liver and soul into shriveled prunes. My plan was to be heading North soon anyhow.
I woke up after a bit of a night, 15 mins after our elapsed meeting time in the lobby, and half an hour before the bus was due to depart. I looked around groggily only to see things of mine scattered all over the floor, and catch a glimpse in my mind of that moment the night before when I thought 'now i should be packing my stuff'. Not a peaceful start to the morning. I stuffed everything into my bag as fast as I could, payed my tab and was out of there. I hailed the first cab, briefly negotiated and told him to step on it!
Unfortunately, the bus gods were not with me that morning, and as I arrived the bus was departing with my new French friend who had made the bus ontime. I argued to the bus company that 'this is ridiculous, the bus is there! I am here, put me on it!' However , apparently their policy is strict. They gave me 50% off the next bus to Hauraz, which was at 10.30 that night.
Still in Lima for the day, I decided to head back to the hostel, where I could leave my things in storage and then do a little sight seeing around town.
Somehow, later on, I managed to fall asleep in the Tv room and woke up half an hour before my bus was due to depart, again! I'm sure the staff must have been amused when they saw me doing my second mad scramble for the day, running out of the storage room dazed and confused, crashing myself and my bags against walls for the second time in one day like I was trapped in some sort of dark twisted Lima pinball machine.
Luckily at this time of night there wasn't much traffic and soon I was asleep on a bus once more.