Monday, September 19, 2005

futball

We have an early flight to Lima. During our security x-ray and entrance onto the plane, our passports are not checked to our tickets.

By walking far outside the airport, we can get a cheap, cheap taxi to the Plaza. It costs twelve Soles, as opposed to the ten Soles per person Urbanito bus, or the twenty+ Soles for an inside-airport taxi. We find a room with a bathroom (and hot water) a block from the Plaza for thirty Soles.

We have lunch at a very local place, a place where business men come in with tickets that look like expense receipts. We eat salad, an omelette, and rice pudding for dessert. YUM! We stop at a convenience store and buy lots of chocolate and treats.

AND THEN WE GO TO A FUTBALL GAME!!! Yeah, that´s right, I said futball. Soccer. It is the World Cup Game for the Under Seventeens. Mexico is playing Australia, and for some reason the game is in Peru. We scalp tickets from a man and woman right outside the entrace. And the ticket-takers don´t flinch, they just check to make sure the tix are legit. They are.

Inside the stadium, the Peruvians (most of whom are track-suited high-schoolers) root for Mexico. It is interesting, Wade and I feel much closer to Australians than we do to Mexicans, despite their living all the way around the globe, and Mexico is only a day trip away.

On our last full night we have dinner at some vegie place mentioned in the Bible. I get a noodle dish. I expect it to be rather pasta-prima-vera-ish, but instead it is very salty and sort of like Chow Mein. What can you do. This is not the type of place you can send back a dish.

Afterwards, we interneted in the basement of the weird mansion hostel with the busts and artwork and skulls in the lobby. There we met some girl who went to UC Davis and was veteranary interning in Argentina. She was bagging on Peru so I didn't like her very much. But I did nab an October Vanity Fair from the hostel bookcase while she was chatting with Wade.

Resting pulse in Lima, sea level:
Deens: 78
Wade: 48
Apparently we are of different species.

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