Monday, August 24, 2015
Love and death
So we started, as usual, at the Park of Love on the edge of the cliff looking down at the surf rolling in from the Pacific, and up at the microlight pilots suddenly blotting out the sunshine as they passed along the edge. Yes, sunshine! It's unusual in Lima at this (or any) time of year - it's a grey and foggy place normally, which explains the brightly painted buildings throughout the city. It's also amazingly dry - never rains. Well, only 15mm a year, which is pretty much the same thing. The love-lock thing, buy the way, seems scarcely to have started here, with just two lonely padlocks on the nearby railings.
And that was Lima, and Peru. Tonight an 11.50pm flight takes me north to Quito.