Meeting many a sole (pun intended) bagging Lima, we arrived just before midnight with little to no expectations. Arriving in Miraflores, the Beverly Hills of Lima, we are greated by all the trimmings of a modern city. The streets are safe, convenience of the neon signs, four and five star apartment blocks, and even a golf course. Only the divide between rich and poor matches our surprise of finding a suburb with a standard of living equal or greater than that of upper middle class Adelaide.
The opulence of the colonial buildings and plazas of the heart of Peru is contrasted by the unsafe squalor of it's surroundings. Unemployment is high and many denizens barely eek out a living selling wares for twenty or thirty cents. The inhabitants of can not even boast a nice climate, with range of 15 to 25 it never rains, although the ever present smog provides the illusion of impending rain.
Gastronomically fantastic, the local cuisine is as cheap as it tasty. Paella, the clog pleasing Cerviche, hearty meals of beef, chicken, or lamb, and an abundance of seafood.
Bunked up at $15 per night we have free beer, spirits, internet, and the redundant access to musical instruments.
LAN Airways by the way, is fantastic.... leather seats, some legroom, hostesses who smile.
As far as the Australia Electoral Commission are concerned, traveling and voting do not go hand in hand. The process could not be more painful.
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