Peru, Arrival in Lima

After a long flight and a change in Sao Paulo, I finally arrived in Lima, the capital of Peru. I had done this many times before, so collecting my bags and airport checks weren’t really on my mind. Instead I was thinking about what it would be like, will I find a job, will I be shot etc.

I glanced at the tv monitor, read quickly as I walked by, “flight from Sao Paulo, Baggage collection B”.

After locating the correct section there were a few people just leaving and no more than half a dozen bags going around the conveyorbelt, none of which were mine. I waited there for 10 minutes or so and my bag didn’t turn up. I asked the security guard in my basic spanish, “where’s my bag?” he pointed to a desk. Before arriving at the desk I had a good look at the monitor and saw another entry for “Sao Paulo, Baggage collection H”, I’d been waiting on the wrong flight! I found my bag and walked out of the airport to find a guy standing there, a little worried, looking at the monitors with my name hand written (correctly spelt too) on a white-board clenched in his hands . I’d pre-ordered a taxi to the hostel, one that I knew would get me there without stealing everything I owned and said Hi to the guy. He spoke good English and took me to his car, we spoke for the duration of the journe, the usual questions, where I was from, what I was doing etc

The roads were roads which was a good sign, it was warm, but cloudy and the streets were casino lined. It was a cross between the streets of China and Casinos with American style buses and lorries everywhere. The simpsons school bus was elongated a lot and wasn’t yellow, but I wasn’t disappointed, I loved the change of scenery and couldn’t wait to find out what opportunities lay ahead.

The hostel was on the beach, nice. The guy who owned it was very welcoming and showed me around the spanish style villa. A few people travelling from all over the world were around, but not many, so I took the time to explore my new surroundings. I quickly found many American styled Burger restaurants and a healthy mix of mexican restaurants too.

There were also police on every corner I turned.

I took a mental note that this wasn’t England and figured it was best to leave the exploration to the next day as it was already getting dark

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