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Day 2: Saturday, october 10th
In this hotel there is breakfast until 10 o'clock, so I wake up
on time. Diederick is very tired, so he stays in bed.
They have really horrible orange
juice over here!!!!! Getverdegetver!!
If it does have a taste, it is like fish. Blùùùùh.
I keep that taste all the rest of the day. Strange: when we leave at half
past ten, we still see people having breakfast.
We decide to go into the city
just at random. One whole new thing for us: we do really
have to have a good look before we cross the street.
Nobody seems to take care of pedestrians. They would
really drive you over if they get a chance. And
everybody is claxoning all the time. To get crazy of.
By accident we get at the Arts Museum. There you can find art of several
periods, both paintings and sculptures. Starting in the Middle Ages and
also a lot of Impressionist art.
We walk through the city looking for other famous places. Strange: our
map seems to be wrong. There is for example no cathedral near the Presidents
Palace. No problem.
We come through very nice, authentic neighborhoods with all kinds of
market places. There are really no tourists over here! The people are very
nice to us. I get a marriage proposal for four times! Love at first sight
is quite usually here, I think...
At lunchtime we eat in a kind of market place with all sorts of restaurants.
Everybody is watching soccer:
The Netherlands-Peru.!! Something really strange: everybody is drinking tea and lemonade.
We decide to order a beer. They have really good beer here!
Totally at random, we arrive at the San Francisco abbey. It is really
famous for its huge grave cellars.
Bones are collected here sort by sort! Really macabre... but also impressive...
During a tour we meet a Belgian couple. They tell us how we can find
other famous places in the city. In an intance we are near another palace:
the real Presidential Palace!!! So the first palace was some other.
Now, we are in the heart of the touristical city. And it appears to be
really near to our hotel, just on the other side than we left this morning.
In the crowded shopping street I feel quite unsafe, with all those people,
begging children and men selling all kinds of products.
We go back to our hotel. Part of our
Tucan-group meets for dinner at
7 PM. Now I realize that my watch has the wrong time: it appears to
be 6 PM. The time-difference between Peru and Holland is 7, instead of
6 hours.
Our tour-leader Patricia
brings us to a restaurant near the San Francisco church.
Food is nice, but not really Peruvian.
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