The Last Days

A twenty four hour delay in Lima created chaos for our family.

Being Peru, there was very little signs of organisation of the 300 grumpy passengers that after two hours of waiting were told to leave the plane. Our passports were taken from us to be photocopied, which no one was happy with and when coaches finally arrived to whisk us away, stampedes broke out towards their welcoming doors.

Four hours after we left the plane however, we were all safely checked into Lima's five star Sheraton hotel.

The flight left the next evening and after a bit more muddle in Madrid, we, and the group of passengers that we had made friends with by now, made it back to Britain.

In the back of our minds throughout our time in Peru was the two days at home before we moved on to the next thing: a weeks camping in Scotland. The delay meant that we have had just a single day to complete washing from Peru, ready for Scotland. Five washes in one day has been quite an achievement.

Thank you for reading along with me, I'm off to Scotland now! x

Days Twenty Two and Twenty Three

Yesterday we flew out of Cusco, and today we fly out of Lima and Peru. The three weeks have passed so quickly.

Our last night in Lima was spent at a fountain park. We watched the water dance in time to the music, making towers as tall as 80 feet. Lasers shone on to the screens of water, showing many of the traditional dances of Peru being performed.

This morning we visited Margaret's church in a part of Lima that we haven't visited before. The church was very lively and enjoyed clapping away to the songs. This was lovely to see in this poorer area of town.

We are now leaving for the airport, hoping that everything goes to plan with the flights and the luggage. I will not miss the mating dogs at the sides of the street, having to throw toilet paper in the bin rather than flushing it and the grey skies of Lima, but there is also a lot that I'm sorry to leave behind, the people that I've met being a major thing.