The Big City

Last night Drew and I went out for beers in Lima, Peru. We had a few pints and started walking back to our hostel. It wasn´t terribly late, but the nightlife was in full swing. As we rounded a corner, a strange man walked up to us with a suitcase in his hand. He looked at us and said, ¨Hamburgers, hamburgers, hamburgers!¨

I prayed. Lord, please let ¨hamburgers¨ be slang for cocaine. Yes, maybe he is selling drugs! Or prostitutes. Anything!!! Just please don´t tell me that a small Peruvian man is selling me hamburgers from his luggage. They weren´t drugs or prostitutes. Just plain, normal hamburgers. I just couldn´t bring myself to buy a burger kept under someones tighty-whities.

Other than the weird people, Lima is a great town. All the best people are here - Bush, Hu Jin Tao, and whoever is in charge of Japan this week. Apparently, the Asian Pacific Economic Cooperation is in town this weekend. Since we didn´t really want to hang around for the protests (we can do that in DC), Drew and I are hanging out in the desert a few hours south of Lima. We have to head back by Sunday though since we have tickets to the bullfight.