On the move, keepin the groove

Back in Buenos Aires!

Our night in Arequipa was absolute awesome madness. A new Claro was opening, equivalent to say Verizon Wireless, and as we walked by, Jonathan peeked back and wanted to enter the party. The big security guards at the door gave us gringos skeptical looks. I peered in to see a jolly round guy with a blue jacket holding a full bottle of Cusqueña cerveza gave me the "come on in" gesture. I immediately yelled "we´re with him, him, HIM!" and we entered. The man, Guillermo, really hooked it up. Tons of free beer, music, and he introduced us to a group of five girls, saying "dance, dance" C´mon!" Feeling slightly embarassed, I moved weakly towards them, but as our cab driver Edwin advised earlier in the day, "Arequipa girls love fireigners."

Edwin was right.

We danced the hell out of Claro, ate some celestial crepes at Zig Zag´s, then went out clubbing with the group of five. Twas a great night to say the least.

After 2 hours of sleep, we awoke from our drunken slumbers and booked it to the station. We discover that "Bus cama" AKA bed bus, is the best thing ever. We have the whole bottom section of the bus to ourselves. The 9 hour ride to Nazca felt like a "ratito".

When we arrived in Nazca, we went directly to the airport. "We have no tickets, but we wanna fly and see the lines!" We got a 4 seater plane, 2 pilots and booked it to the sky... the last flight out that afternoon. We saw the most incredible, head achy, mind hypnotizing Nazca Lines, formations of Incan rock patterns resembling different animals and figures across an arid desert. How it got there, or why it was there, remains a mystery. Google search Nazca Lines...

We then got some juicy sleep and booke dit to Lima, met our Israeli-LA friend Oren in the Loki Hostel (Miraflores) and walked around the trendy uppermid class neighborhood. Eventually, Jona nd I went to the movie theater and saw "The A-Team" (AKA "Los Magnificos") .... seriously... As much as the movie continued to pile ridiculousness on top-of-itself, it brought out a lot of analysis within us. After the movie, deep philisophical-psychological conversation ensued within the "rauchy arcade" of a a shopping mall strip. Who ever thought The A-Team would bring out such intense analysis. Go AMERICA!

Anyways. QWe followed with an adventurous search for cuy (guinea pig). We had yet to eat the delicasey in Peru, and in our last night, would settle for nothing less. Our final Peruvian dinner took place in a fancy shmansy restaurant-bar. We drank amazing cocktails and munched on heavenly cuy (followed by a massive banana sundae downt he block). We met Oren and our new Alabama spunk-punk friend Joseph at La Noche Jazz night, drank some beers, and returned to the hostel to be bothered and confused by raging drunk Irish burly men int he hostel bar.... Anyways.

We woke up slightly late and ended up sprinting down the terminal for our plane back to Buenos Aires. Long story short, we made it. Slept the whole 4 hour plane ride, got outta the BsAs airport safely back home. Jonathans upstairs resting and Cachop went to pick up Elvira from their daughters house. Lovely dinner with Malbec ahead.

2 days in Buenos Aires before we return to the States. Lots of internal reflection going on, but thats another blogpost, if I can even put it down from my head. All in all. Tuto ben!

Daviiid