After meeting up with Robby the Rob for the first time in seven months which has been really nice, we went out for the night after I finally made it out of bed. Going back on your self west across the atlantic is hard jetlag wise. I have been travelling to south east asia and stuff in more recent trips which is easy. I got to Lima and within 8 hours of being on the ground I hit the deck. Rob on the other hand was on Vancouver, Canada time so was ready to go shake it in town. I had to sleep it off. Last night was pretty chilled really and while we met some nice women the language barrier hit us once again in the ass, just like when we were in Morroco together. This time it was Spanish instead of French! Not letting that get the better of us we still had fun and enjoyed the night and soaked up the vibes of central Lima over a few beers.

The hostel here is cool, with your obvious travelers from the US, Isreal and the UK. Frank is still knocking around here smoking like a tree and bitching about the messy young Isrealis in his dorm. I think the Malerone tablets my doctor has given me for maleria have began to trip me out some what but its all good. I feel good now, I am gonna go be a real tourist and get my Lonely planet guide out and go walking around Lima before we kick out of here tomorrow for Pisco.