From atop Cerro San Cristobol, Lima: as far as the hazy eye could ponder...a tangled cauldron of slums and mystery. But it grows on you. Not in the mouldy sense, but rather like a formerly incomprehensible friend.

We arrived off the LACSA red-eye via San Salvador, which we almost didn't catch, and thank god or we would have missed the 3AM meal and all night chatter. Didn't sleep a wink, but that was not a problem for Charles.

Bill found us at the airport and came with a taxi which crawled through traffic to Jessica's house where we considered sleeping, but figured a Pisco Sour would be better. (Click the Alpaca)