After a great nights sleep induced by a combination of sleep deprivation, too much food and drink and the Moroccan Baths, I awoke for once very refreshed.
After navigating the Madrid underground and realising my backpack was far too heavy, we checked in for our flight to Lima only to find out we had some of the worst seats on the plane 45E and 49E, great for a 12 hour flight, middle row economy.
Mark's House to the Airport (circled in green)
After half an hour of depression the situation rectified itself and we got upgraded to Business class. Finally my BA Gold card earnt hauling my backside around Europe for the last 3 years at completely unsociable hours, had paid off.
Shelley slept for most of the flight whilst I missed the opportunity to teach myself Spanish, preferring to watch films for 12 hours.
On arriving in Lima it seemed very much like a Spanish city, with the exception that all the cars seemed to be Taxis. The advantage of this is constant sound of car horns, apparently the local Taxi drivers have the magical power to change the color of a traffic light by honking their car horns continuously. They can also unblock traffic jams but I have yet to see this. It also appears that to ensure their magical powers are working it is also necessary to test their car horns every few seconds when driving.
No sign of Guinea Pig on the Menu as yet
Highlights: Arriving in South America, night chorus of car horns
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I have heard of these magical taxis, perhaps we should get some over here!! I think i also heard eating Guinea Pig helps cure back pain.... :p
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