BootsnAll Travel Network

Articles Tagged ‘Lima’

More articles about ‘Lima’
« Home

Welcome to the Jungle

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

I literally had to drag myself out of bed the next morning as I was so exhausted from the night before. We only had one day in the jungle and I didn’t want to waste it. Justin, Lucia, and I met downstairs for breakfast and spoke with the owner about what we could do in a day. Justin wanted to see a village in the jungle nearby. A lady who worked at the hotel needed to go to the village to take care of something so she came with us to show us the way. We hired a taxi to take us as far as he could before he thought the road was undrivable. Having seen a whole other level of bad roads the night before, I thought the driver gave up to soon. He agreed to meet us back at the spot in a few hours. He pulled away leaving the four of us alone on a dirt road completely surrounded by jungle. We set off walking and I soon began to feel very grumpy as I often do in hot sticky air. My mood was lifted a bit when we began to see brightly colored butterflies and parrots. You could here monkeys howling in the distance. On the way to the village we passed several outlying houses. They all were made of thatch and had one room. Outside was a covered cooking and laundry area. [read on]

Lima and Nazca

Friday, September 4th, 2009

The flight from Baton Rouge to Atlanta took off nearly 30 minutes late due to thunderstorms that kept cropping up around the airport.  We managed to take off between storms as one could be seen rapidly approaching on the horizon. Once airborne in Atlanta, I settled in the for the 7 hour flight to Lima. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I each seat had its own LCD screen and a normal plug in. The bathrooms on the plane had wood flooring which was a first for me. I was seated next to lady who was traveling on a diplomatic passport for the Mexican government. After arrival I had to get my sleeping bag from the baggage claim (I just couldn’t make if fit in my bag no matter how hard I tried). Passing through customs, I emerged into a sea of people holding up placards with names and taxi signs.  I managed to find the driver who I had arranged before hand to take me to my hotel.

[read on]