On the way to Lima from Huaraz I regretted that the camera was in the trunk of the bus, as I lost the best possible views of the Cordillera Blancaas well as the picturesque route that the Pan-American by the Pacific Oceanacross a very long dune several hundred metres high. The road winds around here, towards the middle of the dune, and two meters from you you can see the tremendous drop to the very edge of the sea.
There are no guardrails and the lanes are not particularly wide, being at sometimes invaded by the sand. I didn't want to remember the scenes I saw on the way to Bathrooms or the journey I had to CajamarcaSo I decided to focus on the arid landscape and some of the surprises it offered, such as the islands of Lima, as opposed to the Callao.
Lima or the City of Kings was founded in 1535 by Francisco Pizarrowhose equestrian statue no longer presides over the Plaza de Armas. It was the capital of the Viceroyalty of Peru and the most important city of South America until 1821, when it became the capital of Republic of Peru.
I didn't feel like going too far as the big cities tend to overwhelm me, but it was the only possible option to head south of the Peru. Geometry and distressHe defined it as follows Federico Garcia Lorca a New York almost 100 years ago, although I actually Lima did not distress me at all and its geometry, especially that of the historic centre, the Fence of LimaI found it most enjoyable.
Lima is immense
When I say something about a Peruvian or Ecuadorian city I am actually referring to its historic centrewhose epicenter is always the parade ground or larger. Around it, the stables are articulated, next to the straight streets, as if it were a chess board. This is because they are new towns, heiresses of the Greco-Romandrawn by string and stake almost 500 years ago. But if you leave these historical centres you will find another type of urbanism less neat, more recent and chaotic, which does not usually appear in the guides of journey.
In any city you observe this urbanism for a few minutes when you go out or get on the bus. At Lima this landscape is usual for almost a couple of hours when you come from the north. The reason for this is that immigration from the countryside led to excessive and anarchic urban growth during the second half of the 20th century, a demographic phenomenon that caused large social inequities which resulted in more than precarious living conditions for millions of people. In the Metropolitan area of Lima live over 8 million peopleThe total population of the country is approximately 30%.
On the way to Lima I met the Mr. JaimeProfessor at the Callaowho accompanied me for a while when I arrived at the bus terminal until I took one of the new blue urban buses that drive to the Kennedy Park.
We talked about many subjects, as we were both curious in spirit and wanted to know things about the other's place of origin: I asked him what to see and do in Lima a weekend or what opinion President Humala deserved; he, in turn, asked me about the meaning of asshole at Spainor if Galicia had a coast. In the end I moved to spend the night in the most elegant, lively and European district of Lima, Miraflores. It was Saturday and it was a good decision, as I was able to observe the nightlife of the city very closely.
On Sunday it was time for a walk through the historic centre, a visit to the changing of the guard, lunch at the La Muralla Restaurant and funny encounter with a naughty aspiring tour guide who only thought of making friends with the "gringo" tourists; he gave me an old 1000 soles ticket to try to win my trust, although we each finally paid for our beer and he was delighted that I took a picture of him with the Swedish girls eating at the next table.
In the afternoon I took a minibus that took me to the Cerro de S. CristóbalThis is a magnificent viewpoint that offers you an impressive panorama of what a Latin American mega-city is. On the way back I saw how football is certainly a universal language. It happened next to the Wall Park in a small amphitheatre where the best comedians in the country gathered. I met a worker at the presidential palace who asked me about my background, and when I told him I was from Almería quickly went over the last few seasons of the Spanish League and proudly quoted me Santi AcasieteCaptain of the Peruvian national team and U.D. Almeria a few years ago.
The Santi he was a center fielder, a caste guy who never kept anything to himself. With him he either passed the ball or the opponent. When he ran over the striker and the referee pointed out the foul, he would often address him as having touched the ball, which was often not the case.