Lima round 3

Again we found ourselves back on a Cruz Del Sur bus, honking, jerking, passing trucks, and eating one-step-below airplane food. This has proved to be the best way to get around so far. The prices are steeper than the more localized buses, but the comfort of knowing you are going to get to your destination is worth it.
We arrived in Lima late in the evening, as we have in nearly every location. The dark gives a slightly nerve racking view of the cities, but it makes the next morning all the more of a surprise. There we satisfied Lizzie and my cravings for Mexican food, and made our way back to our loud hostel.
It was our third time in Lima, and subsequently our third district of the city. Our first nights, we stayed in between the two largely touristy areas, and the next directly in the historical center. This time we decided upon the beach-front section, but again were greeted by streets full of gringos. We explored the newer streets, parks, and made our way down to the beach. The sun sets over the ocean in the pacific, and we spent the evening watching it over the large group of surfers on the beach.
The following morning, priority number one was the clinic. Quick, thorough, and necessary, we both walked away with smiles on our faces. Not something you can always expect in a foreign hospital. From there we went to our first museum of the trip, El Museo de la Nacion. Excited about free admission, we skipped right in and quickly started to feel lost. We got ourselves a private English tour for a mere 5 USD. There we experienced the ceramics, textiles, metalwork and paintings ranging from the stone age until recent. We gained a deeper understanding of the different cultures from the southern jungles to the northern beaches, and the high country in between, while relating our personal Peruvian experiences to the art. Sometimes its nice to have the information handed to you.
Our most enthusiastic taxi driver yet drove us to his favorite restaurant for my previous favorite, new fear, Ceviche. He promised cheap prices, and a good cook that wouldn't have you running to the bathroom after. Ceviche is the Peruvian sushi. Fresh (hopefully) fish that sits in a sauce of lime, among other things. The lime is supposed to have almost a cooking property, and should kill all of the bacteria in the fish. And let me tell you, its delicious. Unfortunately this was my second experience with the food, and most likely my last. I still have yet to try Cuy, the more popular Peruvian dish consisting of a roasted guinea pig. Possibly a replacement for my previous favorite is on the way.
The next morning we had plane tickets to the mountain town of Cusco. This is where we will start our five day trek to Maccu Piccu. Our flight took off at 6:00 am, so we returned back to the Hostel, to attempt sleeping at 7:00. Food poisoning affected us both last night, as I ran in and out of our room until 3:30 when we departed to the airport.
The lack of good roads on the direct route to Cusco, or a long roundabout route would've both taken between 40-60 hours. We chose to fly, for a round trip price of 150 each. An hour after takeoff we woke up on the runway in Cusco, where we will spend the next 12 days. The city sits at 11,200 ft, so we will use the first 3 days to acclimate before our trek. Huge green mountains all around, and a red tile roof on almost every house makes for a beautiful sight, and we are excited to explore the city. Just have to catch up on some serious lost sleep first.
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