Loving Life in Lima

Just checking in with you to let you know that I´m still good and well. Contrary to some of the horror stories we heard previously about Lima, it has been quite a good time. I arrived to Petro holding down a pretty sweet gig bartending at the hostel, which makes his life practically expenseless here in Lima (and our social life more affordable). As for myself, considering our long stay in Lima waiting for my parents to arrive on the 27th, I decided to rent a room in house near to where Petro is staying. Have the best of both worlds--the hostel to party and the house for making PB&Js and hiding out. The owner´s son who showed me the place gave me a nostalgic feeling for St. Louis when he described the layout of the neighborhood, ¨that way is nice, that way is nice, that way is nice, that way you will be robbed,¨ saying it with upmost certainty.

Paddys days was not the brain scrambling that I am used to in Chitown and St. Louis but we made the most of it here. Ever on the lookout for exploitive drinking situations, we first headed to one of the many casinos here to pull nickel slots mindlessly while capitalizing on their free drinks. Everything was working splendidly with complimentary desserts and drinks up until 4 drinks deep the waitress said ¨we don´t have any more whisky¨ well, fine, vodka tonics will do..¨we are out of that too.¨ Thinking that there may be some confusion in the translation the pit boss came over and spoke in English and said, ¨what can we get you gentlemen.¨ We repeated the request and were met with a ¨we don´t have any¨....now it was becoming apparent that the ruse was up. Gringo or not, they exposed our routine, which was not entirely phony as Petro was just beginning to pull down some serious wins on Video Poker. Cut off or not the house was beat that night.

There has been a bit of noise lately in the Comments Section and in emails demanding that this blog be ¨sexed up.¨ Now, I don´t know what type of person you perceive me to be but whoring myself out for your reading pleasure is just low class and reprehensible...do you really want to hear about the harem of international women who follow us around carrying our bags and attending to our every needs...no you sicko, you shouldn´t. Plus, my sweet old grandmother Grammy reads this blog religiously and unless someone is going to volunteer to intercept every transmission, than all indiscretions will die with me, unless Petro writes a scathing Tell-All book about this trip. If you really cannot live without details from the trip of this nature, a paying site has been established to at least help us captilize financially from these stories: www.awkwardencountersinastrangelandusingafalsename.com. Have fun.

Off to work on my bronze,
Qornelius