THE MOST EXPENSIVE DRINK my life, probably the most expensive Pisco Sour in the world, I drank yesterday. It was an event that is me all my life to be remembered! Hopefully: Otherwise, the fun would not have paid! But I better start again. On my drive from Piura in the Peruvian capital.
My bus left Piura - somehow seems to be the worm in it! - With about an hour late. Before me lay a roughly five ten-hour bus ride. I continued to pursue ambitious the goal, my travel expenses from Quito to Lima to be kept as low as possible: a direct connection from capital to capital, would have cost between sixty and eighty dollars, with a journey time of more than thirty hours. That's a lot of money considering the fact that you can usually expect a good dollar an hour ride. Until I had spent Piura twenty-five U.S. dollars, and I reached for another twenty Lima: Financially and also because of the impressions I had received in Cuenca and Piura, the somewhat lengthy and inconvenient trip has definitely paid off!
increased in Lima I pretty rerädert off the bus: Comfortable is different. Soon I got into a taxi to make me go into the financial and tourism center of the city, Miraflores. Modern bank skyscrapers rushed past me, as my taxi driver chauffeured about the inner-city motorway. Miraflores had quite sterile, modern, boring. So I decided to go to the neighboring district of Barranco, strolled to the first promenade in by green and rather noble residences the cliffs and ran out the sunshine and enjoying the view south to the Pacific. The road seemed longer and longer, the backpack to get heavier and heavier, but finally I arrived in Barranco. The district has a high number of colonial buildings and more quiet and angenhem, yet very lively and interesting. As a drunken Mr approached me and show me a hostel, but would not let me go on alone, my situation was a bit uncomfortable - and very surprisingly, we were suddenly faced with the likely best hostel in town. I went in, leaving my unwanted accompaniment behind me and made a place to stay for the next Night clear. After I walked
through the neighborhood, admiring the large amounts of tourists and by the Tourism certain restaurants and bars and soon moved on into the historic center of Lima, taxi. Back on the highway, past the glass buildings on either side of the autopista .
little aimless, and accordingly left open and I walk through the city. Past the parks and churches. Along colonial facades and busy streets. Through small alleys and pigeon flocks. I ate delicious sopa seca (dry soup) for little money and came after a conversation with a drunken musician. Was rather a conversation drawn. When I had just torn to continue my walk, was the (alleged) student of the guitar maestros and advised me from the planned route of me: it was too dangerous. So I decided a change of direction and was accompanied by the young, also drunken man, Abraham.
am I generally always grateful for discussions with locals and enjoy it to chat while traveling not only with other back packers and backpackers. But there are more pleasant than dubious and drunken Latinos! Abraham, however, was not of the worst sort, and I listened to his stories - a choice I had not before: I came not to Word!
the end we ended up a coffee shop near the Presidential Palace. There were not only the best Pisco Sour in Peru (and therefore the world), one can find there now and also the President of the cokes. The latter did not interest me - the Pisco Sour appealed to me more, however. Abraham if I could spend a drink? If I could, after all his efforts, which had probably been aimed at nothing else! The clock in sight - I had before, Annika from the airport to pick up and therefore not much time - I was somewhat surprised angry when our Pisco Sours not as small cocktails, but as a tankard of one liter capacity, with an additional glass of pure Pisco turned out! I would like to drink so much in so little time? Not at all - an impossibility!
Pisco was delicious, the situation quite funny. Meanwhile, a friend of Abraham had joined us. Also pretty drunk. Was already almost four clock in the afternoon! I hurried up to half of my drink, left the rest to fill in a plastic bottle and drink the pure spirits of Abraham's friend and asked for the bill. And then the mess that was just too incredible to ever be forgotten. I was out 10:00 to 20:00 Soles per drink until I saw the scale of our Pisco. Me that no one wanted to reveal the price, made me subcontent suspicious. But that the cost of two Pisco Sours, two Pisco and servicio in this dubious (but interesting and beautiful!) Bar, the betrunkeneren of a few and all the more (or so) figures had visited a total of one hundred and seventy Soles, so approximately sixty (!) dollars, amounted surprised and shocked me then that!
It was therefore critical. I plug one hundred soles. Also, I was fortunately thirty-five U.S. dollars with me. I was conscious that I wanted to negotiate nor have the opportunity in this environment would be to withdraw money: The card was safely in the hostel. What to do? I would still have to go to flight hemp! My Soles and thirty dollars I had in the bar, then another five dollar had in the bag. At least (!) Fifteen soles (just over five dollars) for the taxi I was short on cash. I hurried out of the coffee shop, stopped taxis and asked for their prices. Thirty Soles. Twenty-five soles. I was nervous. Then, finally: Fifteen, but not in the airport, I would be sold out on the street. For five dollars, and the two soles, the Abramahm me in his goodness.
At the airport I had it for a while to relax: Annika's flight was slightly delayed. And I was worried: What if it again for some reason was unable to travel? I had no money with me was so reliant on Annika would pay our taxi ...
These thoughts were in vain: Annika had had money at it and were happy we're both very excited about the reunion! In the evening there was still delicious cooking in the Hostalküche, good conversation with other travelers and Lindt chocolate from Germany, as a belated birthday and Christmas present!
are equal, we still turn a tour of Lima and then buy our bus tickets to Cusco. At five in the clock in the afternoon we start today, tomorrow afternoon we arrive. And: It is pure luxury! Asientos camas , bed-seats, flight attendants, all inclusive. For expensive hundred and twenty Soles. But what would it cost me a twenty-hour train ride in first class by train?
morning also: Cusco, and soon: Machu Picchu!
I continue to write, and enjoy the journey!
Greetings!
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