Enjoying Lima
From Cuzco, we flew to Lima for a quick stop in the Peruvian capital.
For a city of over eight million people, Lima doesn’t have a huge list of “must‑see” attractions, but the historic centre — especially Plaza de Armas — is a lovely place to spend an hour or two. We sat on a balcony overlooking the square, sipping the neon‑yellow national drink, Inca Kola, which tastes somewhere between bubblegum, and coke but with added caffeine.
We stayed in Miraflores, a leafy coastal district a few kilometres from the centre.
To save time, we asked our hostel to organise an airport pickup. So, we arrived, scanned the crowd for my name on a sign… and scanned… and scanned… until the arrivals hall emptied out. Eventually, one man remained, holding a board that read:
“Face Crisin.”
After a quick chat, we confirmed he was indeed our driver. My name had clearly been lost in translation or a dodgy phone line. So, there I was: Hi, I’m Face. Lovely to meet you.
Miraflores overlooks the Pacific, so we spent the early evening watching the sunset from a bar perched above the bay — one of those awesome chilled travelling moments.
Later, we met up with a local friend who took us bar‑hopping. Before we knew it, we were stumbling home past midnight, clutching freshly made chicken burgers from a supermarket — the last place we expected to find late‑night food, but they tasted divine.
Iguazú Falls: Nature Showing Off
From Lima, we flew to Iguazú Falls, where Argentina, Brazil, and Paraguay meet. With only a day to spare, we stayed on the Brazilian side in Foz do Iguaçu, but everyone insisted the Argentinian side was more impressive — so that’s where we headed.
They weren’t wrong.
I’ve been lucky enough to see Niagara and Victoria Falls, but Iguazú is on another level. It’s made up of 275 individual waterfalls, stretching 3km wide and dropping 80 metres. It’s like nature decided to show off just how beautiful she can be.
There’s a long trail that winds through the park, taking you to viewpoint after viewpoint. The best way to imagine it is this: Picture a giant water balloon with 275 holes of different shapes and sizes, spraying water in every direction. That’s Iguazú.
We did the obligatory boat trip that takes you right up to the base of one of the big falls. Every single passenger ends up soaked to the bone — and yes, we loved it.
We ended the day with a traditional Brazilian churrasco — an all‑you‑can‑eat BBQ in a local café. Unfortunately for our stomachs, “all you can eat” for us means “eat until you’re questioning your life choices.” We waddled home, painfully full of cow, pig, chicken, lamb, and possibly a small farmyard.
I may have a new name, but my old eating habits die hard.
