The next morning we got up nice and early well tennish and went for what Steve is now referring to of one of my hikes (its sooooo nice to be back at sea level and be able to breathe again!)We just strolled around Miraflores found a bank (one that actually accepts UK cards, you would think that the maestro/cirrus network would see you good, yeah right) . Mom will be glad to know that my Xmas stash of decorations from around the globe has been added to by yet another two foldable xmas trees yeah!! (they were on sale something like 2 pounds) After we had exhausted the entirety of Miraflores town centre, which didn't take along something like an hour and a half and as Steve had been whinging for the last week about his hair being two long we decided to try and find a hairdressers. We did eventually find one and after making sniping motions with his hands the girl set about scalping him. She didn't appear to be making too bad a job of it, though I was a little scared when she bought the cut throat out, until she stopped after only having cut the back and sides, leaving Steve with about a 3 inch comb over on the top. You should have seen his face it was a picture!! I think she was a little hurt when he started saying no, no, your not finished!! We eventually got the top cut as well and it didn't look to bad a week later, but Steve´s hair grows like its been dipped it super grow so now needs cutting again!!We continued our stroll back down to waterfront as we had decided to go see James Bond that night at the Lacomar mall. We literally had walked out of the mall and back along the waterfront and we bumped into Nicole and Bevan, who were walking in to do exactly the same thing!! Small world… well maybe not we knew they were going to be in Miraflores just surprised we just bumped into each other. So we arranged to meet at 5 and go see the film and have dinner afterwards. The film was quite good, very fast paced. We ended dup back at the diner for dinner, I did say the ribs were good and you should see the size of the strawberry daiquiris, I had three!! And then we literally did a bar crawl around the mall, sampling the cocktail menus. After we had exhausted the mall, we jumped into a cab and headed up to this street, the guide book refers to as Pizza alley, just basically a street lined with bar/restaurants. We started in the Irish bar (they really are everywhere) Steve started talking to these two blokes at the bar, one of who used to be a miner, who now consults in SA, "said oh talk to my wife" spun me round to face him and b*****ed off and left me!! Took me 10 minutes to extricate myself… Cheers hun!! We walked out the Irish bar and it was like being subject to a bar bidding war, everyone wanted us in their bar! Come here I give you free beer, no come here I give you pisco sour. I have no idea what freebies we got, as I did the sensible thing and switched to water and the others did some rank looking shots. We ended up in the club though. Everyone was doing a cross between tango/salsa and dirty dancing it was pretty cool, so Steve and I gave it a go, no doubt we looked like right idiots.The next morning I didn't feel that bad, Steve made it down stairs for lunch for about an hour so the made could clean the room and by all accounts Nicole and Bevan were rough as well,, arr the power of water and not mixing your drinks!! However the previous lunch time we had succumbed to salad (why is it when you at home the last thing you want is salad but when you go away its all you crave, must be the heat and the fact that EVEREYTHING comes with chips!!) soo what a big mistake to make. Steve was ill the next day though this was initially attributed to the quantity of alcohol he drank and then I got sick. Steve as ever shook it off after 4 days, i´m still sick and its really starting to p me off!! We had another day to kill before we left for BA so we booked ourselves a day trip to Pacahmaca and the old town. This pacahmaca is a pre Incan site just outside Lima, what a load of rubbish. It's a pile of old bricks in the middle of a dessert which they have partly built houses on. Half the tour of the site was from the comfort of the bloody bus, apart from the bit where they made you climb up the top (yes more steps) just so you could walk back down again, the view was pants as well.The city tour didn't work out much better, again the majority of it was from the bus and when you did get out you were ushered quickly along by a brolley wielding woman. The dropped us off at the gold museum where they keep bits and pieces of finds, it was ok. Then at the main square (you get ten minutes for photos and to be harassed by beggars) and then its off to the catacombs at the Benedictine monestray. Now this is weird. When they first founded the city, they didn't consecrate any ground, so the monks used to bury everyone under the church. If you had money you got your own crypt, if not you just got put in on top of the previous guy in a shared crypt. The smell must have been unbelievable!. They eventually figured out this wasn't a good idea and started burying people probably. So the government in their wisdom ion the 80´s decided to dig up all the bodies cos they thought it might be nice to know how many people were buried their (more like after money etc) So they didn't think what shall we do with the bodies once we have dug them up, they were more interested in how to count them. So they just counted femurs, legs and heads. So there are crypts just full of skulls/ legs etc, where they split the bodies into bits for counting… lovely I know! To improve things and to make it look pretty for the tourists they have even arranged the bones into pretty patterns. Sorry no pictures I wouldn't let Steve take any….l very very bad taste!And that was our lot (oh no sorry forgot about the usually tourist buffet which was as usual bland and blah) for 80 dollars each a complete rip off and I told them so, on their stupid feedback form…. so there!!!The next day we left for BA, Miraflores was nice, but it was time to move on. The trip to the airport was a nightmare, there had been some crash and we were stuck in traffic for over an hour (25 mins to airport normally) luckily the cab was a set price. We made it with time to spare though and got stung again at the airport 30 dollars each departure tax, that's some inflation it said 5 in lonely planet!!